it's been an interesting week,
a lot of dark spaces with no electricity.
we run by light, the sun as our source,
but what happens when the sun is gone.
its back to the start while we sit on top
of this mountain we call home.
and each day, every day
a mundane exchange in everyway.
picked apart, rearranged
walking through life, living stange.
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