The Story so far

Well, the comments, questions and complaints are legion at this point. I responded to the public comments on site, and answered some of the questions and complaints in person, some via Email. But one question was unique and it turned out to be the hardest and at the same time the most important  question asked. It wasn´t just a question, it was also a bit of a complaint. M´Lady Eliza of Afrique, also known as Madame Faride asked about the Dystopia. ( She also asked/complained about the lack of solutions, but that´s a story for another day.)

Of course I made some references to well-known works of fiction concerning the subject. But where´s my outlook, my view, my understanding of the Dystopia that I said I was going to write about?

Ach! This will border on both Nonsense and Pretentiousness, but there is no other way. Bear with me. To some, a secret is something they will not tell. To me a secret is something that cannot be told.
Not because it´s forbidden, but simply because its impossible to describe it, to put it into understandable words.
There are, however, alternatives, but the path is narrow and slippery.

Nevertheless, this is too important for us to hesitate even for a moment, so be strong and enter the dysmal world of "Konkrete Poesie".
This is the only way I can even begin to try to tell you. Paragraph 3 and 4 are about the Dystopia itself, the last one is about the hope in the aftermath. Good luck, or rather, good hunting!

She's flower units about the lad herself.

I forgot how different it was. Being female.

I haven't been one for over eighty years.

All this attention.

It's lovely. I almost hate to eat it.

Major, larks true pepper. Let birds go further loose maybe. Shout easy play.

Round the turbulent quick. Well, close the reverse! Ankle try sound.

Reset gleaming. Dinner to bug.

Flame the dark true, salt way link.

Complete strike limits victory.

Frosted wake, simple hesitation.

Strike limits. Flame the dark true salt. Way link complete. Way link!

Victory strike limits frosted wake. Simple hesitation!

I'm sorry, Benjamin. I'm unable to foolish assembled regal controlled weather.

Night, the flow trade again. View lost pile luck. Away tunnel back the garden.

Left, become better, control, entire hope.

Roll linger when life. Roll linger when.

Other support. Strong courage. Open way long. Open way.

Computer, replay morning.

Glass lunch judge a bin to let it.

All right. You can cross barrels. All job appalled.

Bread the arrive seen earlier. Dog fellow distance.