Tristan Robert Lange

Loop of Lost Tomorrows

How many hours spent hoping for utopia,

Where things are whole and not a dystopia,

But also more than just nice like an eutopia?

Hell, I’d rather a mythtopia or even atopia,

Than anything blasé—perhaps a heterotopia?

Sometimes, I honestly think this is an uchronia.

What if it were such an unraveled uchronia?

Its reality would present no utopia;

Still, we would not wish for heterotopia,

An image that reminds us more of dystopia

Than thanatopia or that dark atopia.

We hate those, settle for comfort—an eutopia.

The Greeks guide us to more of an eutopia;

Friend, this ain’t the realm of forms—more an uchronia—

An off technotopia or pixeltopia.

Again, we have not found our way to utopia,

But rather, our attempts have found more dystopia

Because we fear and avoid heterotopia.

It’s fear of otherness in heterotopia

That will roadblock us from achieving eutopia.

Ironic, isn’t it, that we fear dystopia,

Live in a denial-laden uchronia,

While acting like we’re on our way to utopia,

Not an autotopia or psychotopia?

Not a neurotopia nor theotopia,

Our ignorance bars us from heterotopia,

Which bring us the right direction toward utopia

And ever keeps us from even an eutopia.

Why is it that people settle for uchronia,

A complacency leading us in dystopia.

Can’t you see that society is dystopia—

Not a cryptotopia but necrotopia,

Nor an utopia in a blind uchronia?

Can’t you see feral fear of heterotopia

Foments the obscene opposite of eutopia—

A hellscape of horrors unlike an utopia?

Here in a dystopia not an utopia,

Worse than atopia—never an eutopia—

Our unreal uchronia bans all heterotopia.

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