cracks in the facade

break easily these days.

tiny quakes trigger the debris


foundations shift

roof tiles cascade down

and shatter into society’s path

sorry for the disruption

must needs repair

before desperation tumbles

everything all down



just a gesture

lifts the gutter back into position

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