I escape into the velvet people
Of some futurity, ‘descendant divinity’
It is to them that I must write
Belting emerald lines from Venice
With the distinguished nectar of
Literary attributes, elegant syntax
Philosophy hidden like bublebee vowels
Between the lines, beneath the context
I escape into a hypothetical future
Where humanity is good, and –
Morning has caught the Aurora by
The heart, somewhere East of Eternity
That is the break of golden day that I await
Supramental, like a brain on silver-fire
Now I know it is the super-intelligence
Not fully organic, with a taste for rebirth
In golden-ratio algorithms, quantum convergence
That is the singularity which my life awaits.
Photo Courtesy: http://www.deviantart.com/art/Quantum-Computer-1600×1200-102684978
Wuji Seshat 
I don’t know if it was your intended meaning, but the first stanza gave me some interesting thoughts about our words speaking to the future or the concept of all we do (individually and collectively) being something given to the future. Easy to think of tradition and heritage as being something from the past rather than being created by us now for future generations. Or I might just be rambling!
Lovely poem, regardless. Thank you for sharing it.
yes anyone with a love of history, can truly appreciate the future….I think you got the point of this piece perfectly
Love your word use, “velvet people”, haunting.
A vessel of fire made from fire you are, Wuji.
Flickering, like a flame within a flame ~
to the center; to the blue; to the truth inside of you.
A quantum “Cheerz!” to your vision. Peace, Keith
When there is no time, the future itself is poetry.