Dystopic.
Mellifluous cajoling in a descant,
a coercion cloaked that revokes
the privilege of that Eighfold Path,
only to throw one into the cavern
where the curative ceases to be lucrative,
the mean no longer shines in gold,
stuck on the continuum of delirium,
traipsing across an Eden of yore,
trailing along your freshly leaden core...
John Marks
Wed 26th Oct 2022 18:31
‘ “Until they become conscious they will never rebel, and until after they have rebelled they cannot become conscious.” Orwell, 1984.
It is the unackowledged, middle-of-the-road dystopia that terrifies me.