NOT YET WORLD
I received (or perhaps found)
a poem from the future
which I lacked
the technology
to wake
from its cryogenic sleep
(in this state presumably
that it might be
preserved
to be read
not in the past but
in their future)
was sure it would
help us resolve
the riddles of
our past
whilst giving at least
some inkling
of our evolution, and
the nature of the .
way technology would
be reshaping us
in order to assume radically redefined transhuman shapes,
perfect for
the pursuit of
exotic directions
and so I sit
using every bit
of ingenuity to
find
my way in
read
text, break
the code
decipher, deconstruct (as far as
I can) the message contained
it appears
to Express take a,precious glimpse into
the assuredly alien,
perhaps
incomprehensible nature of
that not
yet
world
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