Secret
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Shifting earth, in endless flow;
Vivid breath, where shadows grow.
The traveler trembles, truth unspun,
In the grip of stars, all undone.
Atlas’ weight, a tremor deep,
The heavens stir, no restful sleep.
Eager hues, soft winds in bloom,
As Time unwinds in silent loom.
Each step an echo, silent scream,
A fleeting thread within the dream.
In clay's embrace, the sojourner sighs,
And through the dusk, the cosmos dies.
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