Future Lovecraft

Before our sun first sparked, the stars turned right

Beyond some liminal apocalypse

To herald the return of elder night.

Sunk deep in ignorance we name ‘delight’,

Such cosmic truth will never stain our lips:

Before our sun first sparked, the stars turned right.

One Arab mystic dared describe that sight

Before he suffered sanity’s eclipse

To herald the return of elder night.

What matter all the rockets we ignite

To launch sleek probes or long-range sleeper ships?

Before our sun first sparked, the stars turned right.

Mundane events monopolize our fright,

Obscuring time’s frail fabric as it rips

To herald the return of elder night.

Dizzied by ascension to this height,

We never feel it when the balance tips.

Before our sun first sparked, the stars turned right

To herald the return of elder night.