The blink of time

In the dust that streams, the cosmic beams
on what wonders will they land
in 3030  the distance that intrigues
cast our before, a truth or just a sham

When all the ice caps, are no more
fog and mist blot out the sun
we drive our boat and see no shore
the prophets word, that doom will come

But man with instincts to survive
the petrol pumps have long since dried
in fathoms, or in countryside
in capsule's blown by wind and tide

 Ride a genetically modified horse with wings
on floating islands tied with springs
eating spam, made from all kinds of things
worm and insect burger's, thick and thin

however far flung the future, out there hung
roots, will ties us to the past
grow in whatever era we belong
love and passion, that now's artifact

Teleport to those so lonely and abandoned
sickness fixed without delay
science be tomorrows magic wanding
life be one, big cabaret?

In the distance hear the thunder
tomorrows prehistoric giant ants
mutants, as they seek to plunder
in green stripey underpants

But what is this appearing in a clearing
the virtual implants clicking on
beaming us redemption, new age healing
just the crackling of static's,  parasol

An apparition, manifesting in times synapse
a blue box its beacon flashing
mankind saved by a hero. Oh so dashing
Dr Who arrived at last