The Sun in Secret
Seismic shifts. but they keep it a secret...
they recover, regroup slowly. over decades, over lifetimes.
Tiny blocks moved and for more, for better. You feel this.
A crate of supplies moved, some trash finally moved to be carted off.
The cardboard surrounds you like a barricade and a friend.
you fancy it has feelings for you like you have for it.
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