Here is a poem to inspire Science fiction writers and readers out there. The dystopian language of Yeats in The Second Coming makes my skin crawl – I love it. This version of Yeats's apocalyptic poem was written in the aftermath of WW1. Yeats' vision is of an anarchistic world is full of new terrors bought about by technology and war. THE SECOND COMING Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity. Surely some revelation is at hand; Surely the Second Coming is at hand. The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand; A shape with lion body and t
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