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(Text by Ognyan ‘Flame’ Darinov)<\/strong><\/p>\n

Foreword:<\/strong><\/p>\n

Why do we want to know the future? A senseless question, in a way. We might as well ask, why do we want to know anything at all? Yet the future is uniquely elusive, it’s a story we have to base on reality and yet it’s still fiction. It is, precisely, SPECULATION. And notice how it relates to sight: specs (glasses), specular (reflective of light), spectacle (awesome scene). When we talk about the future, we wish to make visible that which is not.<\/em><\/p>\n

This endeavour, in a way, is also senseless. The future exists in our imagination, but not within our immediate grasp. Of course, we have control over it, but never as much as we would like. Since 2020, the world has felt more and more unable to imagine the future. It is concerning. This human faculty is what drives much of our actions. As a mentor of mine once said – in order to shape the future, you have to imagine it.<\/em><\/p>\n

I do not write about anxiety; I do not find it useful or interesting. But recently, I have had much of it. In fact, it is why I became fascinated with wanting to know the future. That’s what this poem is about. A desperate attempt to foretell, to glimpse beyond the immediate self; a self-destructive obsession; a begging with the deaf…<\/em><\/p>\n

Does it work out in the end? Yes, yes, a senseless question. It’s not about the end, it’s about the journey.<\/em><\/p>\n

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\ud80c\udda3<\/span><\/p>\n

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Mirror, mirror on the wall,
\nWhy not tell it to me all
\nRight now? Let me scry the future
\nLet me scan the past
\nSo my prophecies may butcher
\nAll that cannot last.<\/p>\n

Mirror, mirror on the wall,
\nWho has let our scripture fall
\nLower than the lowly books?<\/p>\n

Is reading not just prophecy,
\nIs it not heresy
\nAgainst what is true?
\nLittle lines of black and blue
\nShape the fading future,
\nYet can tell us of it nothing.<\/p>\n

Mirror, mirror on the wall,
\nSpeak to me of naught at all;
\nYou cannot tell the future!<\/p>\n

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*<\/p>\n

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I want to see more, I want to see more;
\nEch w\u00ebll m\u00e9i<\/em>\u00a0 gesinn, ech w\u00ebll gesinn d\u00e9i<\/em>\u2028<\/em>
\nWouer Zukunft, dee woueren Ufank<\/em>\u2028<\/em>
\nVun Deeg: Si komme gl\u00e4ich,<\/em>
\nSi komme sp\u00e9it,<\/em>\u00a0si<\/em> komme fir vun eis<\/em>\u2028<\/em>
\nAgelueden ze ginn.<\/em><\/p>\n

I want the futures that dare to spin
\nNew webs of truth, new dreams of youth;
\nPast or future, present or lost,
\nThrough my fingers and nails
\nThese threads will be flossed
\nNo matter what it takes.<\/p>\n

My soles touch the bottom,
\nMy hands scrape the surface,
\nAnd my legs freeze in the stream.<\/p>\n

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*<\/p>\n

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Water, water weaving life,
\nWith flow and stillness both so rife,
\nWhat manmade hole or bed alike
\nCan hold thy shapeless symmetrie?<\/p>\n

Water, water, the killer of books,
\nQuencher of fire and stealer of thirst,
\nConsumer of cities and digger of graves;
\nWon’t you serve this prophet that aches
\nTo know the future?…<\/p>\n

Waasser, Waasser, firwat sees du n\u00e4ischt?<\/em>
\nDeng d\u00e4ischtergro Faarwe sinn awer stomm haut,<\/em>\u2028<\/em>
\nW\u00e9ini w\u00e4erts du schw\u00e4tzen? Dis n’importe quoi !…<\/em><\/p>\n

Waasser, Waasser, w\u00e9i ges\u00e4is du mech?<\/em>
\nEng \u00c2me-perdue verluer am B\u00ebsch<\/em>\u2028<\/em>
\nOder dee wouere Soothsayer?…<\/em><\/p>\n

Waasser, Waasser, schw\u00e4tzt elo <\/em>\u2028<\/em>
\nOder sief fir \u00ebmmer roueg!…<\/em><\/p>\n

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*<\/p>\n

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My toes are now pebbles, my hips are debris…
\nOh, must I scry the trees?
\nMust I scry the flowers?
\nWhat needs be done to grasp the powers
\nOf foresight, of vision? Of clarity and fission,
\nOf creation and destruction?<\/p>\n

Why is the mirror blind? Why is the water mute?
\nWhy can’t I tell the future to stop taking my time?…<\/p>\n

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*<\/p>\n

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The Moon is upside-down,
\nIt wants to tell me something.
\nSpeak, oh speak, Selene!
\nSpeak, Luna, speak, Artemis,
\nSpeak, Tengri!
\nWhoever you are, speak!…<\/p>\n

The Moon is upside-down.
\nDivination is delusion;
\nDivination is like the sciences:
\nIf we know everything, there is nothing to learn.
\nNothing to scry \u2013 nothing to yearn.<\/p>\n

The Moon has gifted me the curse of sight.
\nI am no daughter of Poseidon,
\nBut the water is my scion.<\/p>\n

Water, water, erupt like a spring!
\nBoil like the volcano’s king,
\nLike magma quivers when you touch it.<\/p>\n

The water around me boils
\nAnd the rage makes me blind.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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