Into Dusk (xArt)

Dusty Projections of Bleak Futures

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^{Hovern Enkan (A Cool Breeze Is Blowing)
by Gevorg Dabagian}

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Humans arrived first, of all the beings.
Some were lost in their nightly musings.
But most were caught in daily abusing.

There were neon lights all over, it felt good.
Places were one could buy coffee and food.
Then some places to purchase company or drugs.
Slowly this proved to be less than enough.
There was something else too, hidden, but rough.
Felt like all institutions had been operated by thugs.

An awakening happened that came back from the dead.
For, “The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas”
had now been written by Ursula K. Le Guin and was read.
On top of that, what was realized a bit oh too late
Was that reality had been carved not from fate
But from stories written by humans instead.

There was this dude called Jules Vern with his
”Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Seas”

Another was Orwell in 1948 writing “1984”
some questioned how he could have known it before.

Also Aldous Huxley joined in with a “Brave New World”
this one too was reality as future crafted from and into word.

Many stories been told, many a book had been written
But when someone spoke Truths now
they were banned and forbidden.

That was never a mishap, it has been systemic design.
Otherwise all the thugs would at the very least be
just forced to resign.

Yet the world kept on crawling on its chest,
half limbs missing, for a while still to come.
Until all the weapons were used at once and…

With
one big bang
all that ever was
was now forever undone
Just like everything purportedly began

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This
event
coincided
as it always does
when it comes to such insights
with a revelation of how consciousness started.
The last string of thought had now run its course
to the very unfortunate bitter dead end;
it was when the conscious and the aware
were proven to have had their joined ways
previously and from then on forever parted.
The revelation did not cause the fatality
it just arrived precisely at the interval
where time had now stopped momentarily
on a tiny spec of dust of space in the cosmos
finally ushering in its complete and utter reversal.
Or none of this happened at all; it was only a story.
Because it was stopped by another form of upheaval.

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Yours, Truly,

R&D -constructed