The Lost Awe
They crossed out wonder, called it inefficiency. They taught you to focus, to face the night sky, to touch the morning mist. Sober. Untouched. Without lingering in awe. ©Samia Oldman
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CONTEXT
You are reading dystopian fantasy poetry collection the Hush Halo. After the Great Optimization a privileged group of people wired themselves tightly into the system by aligning with it and fully integrating. Systoics believe they’ve perfected themselves by stripping away everything that slows them down.
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