Future Revised

in infinite time
ending and beginning
define possibility

choose between
one way and another
go on go right go left

there is no going back

entropic decision
selects one path
and time leads us

multiple choices
parallel universes
all roads diverge

there is no destination

no mistaking
the journey to tomorrow
this the only highway

the past is dead
our daggers in its heart
our psychopathology

there are no futures left

unless times to come
are born from more than
today’s feeble regret

build what can be built
from the stones and splinters
scattered at our feet

there is nothing else

© BH, 2018

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The thid in a series of three poems written for submission to The Emma Press for a forthcoming collection - Futures.

Sadly, none were accepted.

No feedback, so maybe they’re not up to snuff, too sci-fi, bleak or just plain weird. EP run an ongoing request for submissions so something is always coming up. I might well try again.

Find The Emma Press at - https://theemmapress.com - if you’re of a mind.

But here, the full sequence is Future Perfect, Future Imperfect and Future Revised.