Unscheduled Holiday Poem by John Sensele

The Future defies a finite mind
Daring the mind to fathom its depth
If the mind had powers to find
Ways to decipher mysteries it reveals to Seth.

The future dares the simpleton
To compute its complexities
In algorithms hidden beneath a secret keyboard button
Which the future consigns to puny qualities and varieties.

The future pours scorns on humankind's attempts
To unlock its secrets
Lain beyond mortals' debts and concepts
That fill mortals with heaps of regrets.

The future saunters to Heaven
Where it saw the light of day
Taunting puny mortals to count eleven
Hours of solitude on an unscheduled holiday.