A thousand years from today, into the future, when everything in nature is controlled by man through a simple dial – what will life be like?

The pink light streams through my window,

Reflecting a sunset I have never seen,

I reach out to touch the wisps of dust,

Riding on the lightbeams,

Only to find nothing…

I breathe in the winter fragrance,

Alstonias and roses fill my head,

I wait for the headiness,

Intoxication of my senses,

Only to feel nothing…

I look up at the sky,

A vast umbrella of silver and pink,

Hiding the plastic sheets behind it.

A thirtieth century blanket,

Engulfing all those who live within its walls.

I look down upon the book that lays open,

Telling me tales of a time unknown,

Unseen, unimaginable…

Sighing, I turn to the little bedside dial

And set it to a summer night.

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