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We can’t foresee the shape of what comes next.
Prognostication’s eye is blurred with strain.
“It could be worse” is everyone’s refrain.

For now we have the Internet and text,
connections to assuage the social brain.
We can’t foresee the shape of what comes next.
Prognostication’s eye is blurred with strain.

We did it to ourselves. No demon hexed
us or enchanted us to aim for gain
preposterous, all wax and never wane.
We can’t foresee the shape of what comes next.
Prognostication’s eye is blurred with strain.
“It could be worse” is everyone’s refrain.

There’s no place safe on earth. There never was.
Our culture stalled beneath complacency,
the base too broad for continuity.

Some thought we were protected by our laws,
but they’re committee-built stupidity.
There’s no place safe on earth. There never was.
Our culture stalled beneath complacency.

Of course we’re plagued with viruses, because
we chose to cluster into density,
creating grand municipality.
There’s no place safe on earth. There never was.
Our culture stalled beneath complacency,
the base too broad for continuity.