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      There will be no edges, but curves.

      Clean lines pointing only forward.

      History, with its hard spine & dog-eared

      Corners, will be replaced with nuance,

      Just like the dinosaurs gave way

      To mounds and mounds of ice.

      Women will still be women, but

      The distinction will be empty. Sex,

      Having outlived every threat, will gratify

      Only the mind, which is where it will exist.

      For kicks, we’ll dance for ourselves

      Before mirrors studded with golden bulbs.

      The oldest among us will recognize that glow—

      But the word sun will have been re-assigned

      To a Standard Uranium-Neutralizing device

      Found in households and nursing homes.

      And yes, we’ll live to be much older, thanks

      To popular consensus. Weightless, unhinged,

      Eons from even our own moon, we’ll drift

      In the haze of space, which will be, once

      And for all, scrutable and safe.