we thought the future was -
our future was -
iridescent
in all of the colours -
all our colours -
opalescent
we didn’t realise that
this was because
we were burning ourselves to plasma
staring at the forever
that the glowing dust
sizzling the air
was borne on a sickening miasma
each breath a dying ember
incandescent
- all our colours -
all of those colours fizzling
luminescent
for a future
we fought, and lost.
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