I paraphrased into a  poem the opening paragraph of Rebecca Solnit’s Hope in the Dark .  I did this as a close read and because I identify with the sentiments of both Virginia Woolf and Solnit.

Far Stranger Now and Later

‘The future is dark, which is on the whole,
the best thing the future can be.”–Virginia Woolf

Convulsing and dying?
The future? Dark?
So sayeth Virginia Wolff,
inspired by WWI.
Dark but not menacing.
Dark as in untraveled, undetermined.
Are we sure? Do we know?
Is it a dead end instead?
A comfortable end of days cul-de-sac?
Or is it
as Rebecca Solnit feels
a far stranger thing
than the apocalypse?
Yes.
Far stranger, more complex, and certain.
We can be damned sure
of this dark uncertainty.