In just 50 years
those of us still living our eyes
will bulge out from our skulls
with a surface like that of a fly
with its green sheen and adjustable brightness
hardwired into our vision then controlled
remotely by the bald tips of their scaling fingers
Memories of daylight filter in
through shade from across a narrow room
with graying faux-brown floors and clinic-white
walls of blank expression with narrow slotted windows
and a fire extinguisher on the far end
toward a high-paneled ceiling with fluorescent strips
exposing and expressing currents
in imperfections on the floor
Shit and food flow through tubes
while lights and sounds speak to display
lines and shrieks of a new kind of rapture
and the widening pupils in our eyes
look back through black holes as vacant as
the space between this bold frontier
and the galaxy we came from
The vessels in our eyes racing
to deliver and distribute blood modified in the heart
and salinized in the brain devouring content
fed and regurgitated by the annals of human history
then coded into newly developed DNA
MM
8.12.2025
