Skeuzdho

Obscured and muted, the verostats

Were busy verifying learning;

The xuanxue of xingsi, conferring,

Turned to sages before concurring.

The chain, the fork, and the collider

Fired their arrows in both directions.

Whatever they killed called causation,

Confusing its death with conclusion—

Such collider bias nonetheless

Much amusing the Society

For the Diffusion of More Useless

Knowledge Loosed By Unmoored Allusion.

Look, it’s dark. That’s all we’re saying here,

Words carrying truth’s bier to the pier

Where the shield-bearers wait wreathed in tears,

And pyre ships are already burning.

Not cave-dark. Not even night-dark, yet.

Just shadow-dark, as after sunset,

Clouds gathered, libraries smoldering,

And you don’t know how dark it will get.