will poetry survive the future can it stand the test of time what would it look like what would it sound like what would it feel like will it even exist will it become a thing of the past then go on to be forgotten or digitally remastered to fit the energy frequency and vibration would a ink pen be a thing of the past like the inkpot and quill would self expression be a thing of the past and freedom of speech abolished will the words we leave behind become written forbidden knowledge when discovered is trashed and burned will our work be labeled as psychotic ideology deemed worthless will emotions be stifled and feelings prohibited and thoughts of the past punishable by law we don't belong there but we'll be there we done too much work it can't be erased overnight our marks our prints our presence will be known because we are poet's we are chosen we are immortal creation