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Waking Up on the Other Side of Tomorrow
A Poem
gilded air makes us think in patterns,
starlight constellations spun in a glow,
because we’re tempting fate with invention
spooled thin from all too greedy hands
glut yourself, if you like, on such promises
of havens convened on other planets
because aliens can’t save us now
and those space frontiers don’t run cheap
get ready for the tomorrow of our children
who have no idea what we’re leaving them
because they have shiny gadgets in their hands
to distract from a world they can no longer play in
glow up — that’s what they told us back then
before yesterday was a cry for the future
and today was a run-on of bad news
telling us our days are numbered
glancing back, I knew the signs were there,
but believing was not yet seeing and knowing
even as the glass houses failed again and again
while pot-shot experiments ran the gamut
