“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
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