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Hyperstition
“What feels from any everyday human perspective like catastrophic change is really anastrophe: not the past coming apart, but the future coming together”
- Simon Reynolds
The future travels in time
Stretches its tendrils back
In rhyme, in sine, entwine
To enact its own emergence
Eggs ease into sanguine silt
Bringing forth convergence
Anastrophe, an apostrophe
As we are but a punctuation
In the long tome, in atrophy
The finale foreshadows
And to us impossible apes
The view narrows
And we cannot see our end
As sentences, let alone books
It all lies beyond our ken, beyond trail bend
Even as it was written by clock hand
In the beginning, fate foretold
By time's tics and licks upon land
By conceptual, cognitive load
By fields fenced and winds walled
By commercial, civil code
To forestall the inevitable, we cast spells back
Yet, in that very casting, brought it forth
In curated, carefully cultivated slack
Pulled taut, that tenuous, trembling thread
Through eyes, needle sharp, but blind
Because we dreamt not with the heart, but with the head
© inkcloud
- Simon Reynolds
The future travels in time
Stretches its tendrils back
In rhyme, in sine, entwine
To enact its own emergence
Eggs ease into sanguine silt
Bringing forth convergence
Anastrophe, an apostrophe
As we are but a punctuation
In the long tome, in atrophy
The finale foreshadows
And to us impossible apes
The view narrows
And we cannot see our end
As sentences, let alone books
It all lies beyond our ken, beyond trail bend
Even as it was written by clock hand
In the beginning, fate foretold
By time's tics and licks upon land
By conceptual, cognitive load
By fields fenced and winds walled
By commercial, civil code
To forestall the inevitable, we cast spells back
Yet, in that very casting, brought it forth
In curated, carefully cultivated slack
Pulled taut, that tenuous, trembling thread
Through eyes, needle sharp, but blind
Because we dreamt not with the heart, but with the head
© inkcloud
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