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Shadowside. A city built where plates collide. The suture where the mountain split.The future that our fathers built clinging to the shadowside. The tailings from the copper mines. A turbid blush upon the breeze. The bruises of our industry blooming on the shadowside.
The future comes a little faster. The kids grow up and court disaster. The future shifts, offers no reason. Changes its mind with every season.
Oceanrise. The prayers they had us memorize. The words our fathers would rehearse in the hours before our birth warned us of the oceanrise. Yet, somehow we were still surprised. Left us with a crippling guilt. The future that our fathers built lost beneath the oceanrise.
The future’s stacked in no one’s favour, sum of our toil and of our labour.
Feverfew. The promises of something new. Something seen in fever dream. The slow bloom of a vespertine. A meadow full of feverfew on the floodplain where our cities grew. The future that our fathers built lost now to the glacial silt. Scattered to the shadowside.
The future came. We stopped pretending. And dawn broke slow as childhood ending.