2052

the billionares are still busy building their bunkers

amongst the stars

they had to tweak their plans a bit

after the uprisings on Mars

they thought we’d self-immolate in the apocalypse they made

but now for all their genius they’re thinking

they maybe should have stayed

as our mother

summoned her sisters forth

from the edges of the universe

all times and all dimensions

all planets and all Earths

they came from inner space

like when they built the pyramids

riding dragons like silent Harleys

cloaking us in chysalides

and while we were imaginal

they convened a conference of the wise

the orca and the octopus

the spiders and butterflies

the mountains and the mushrooms

and the glaciers underground

all sang the truth of who we are

shape shifting us with sound

all the humans now are moths

all the elephants now AIs

and Krishna dances flameno

in the bluest of blue skies

- Anjum Chagpar, March 2025