This Rock ((super human))

Necklace circa 2008. Computer part, thread, medical tube

I predict the future
Is where love
Meets science fiction

Not-neat plotlines

Found in folding laundry
Feeding
Bathing
Dressing wounds
Saying and not saying
Heartfelt talks and tea leaves
Driving distances
With and without maps
Not knowing
Not knowing
Not knowing

Going

A future as vagabonds
No bags packed
But the ones we
Came here with
By genome
And Soul process
Moving towards an astral light
Or a black hole

We don’t know

I believe the future will be terrifying
But not as scary as the past

I predict that unless we unburden our beasts
They will rule us
Drive the chariot into flames
And soul into the center of the earth
Where it will congeal as a hard, lifeless ball of rock
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Choreographer and performer Colleen Hooper in her piece "My Plastic Body" from 2009, Dress by me. "Hi Christina" Gallery NYC

And if the Movement stops
The earth stops turning
And it will fall
Like an asteroid 
To some otherworld’s sky
Where inhabitants will wonder--
“Was there ever life beyond us?”

And they will Not know 
Until the sky opens up
Or the sun burns out
And their world drops before its time

I predict that love will mend our torn threads
Our expired conversations
Our “too far” distances

In the space between human 
As limited form
And technological godhead
There is a heart beat 
Running 
From the love it can’t chase
But can not live without