Inside the neat black cube
lies a silver heart.
It has never felt the breath of air
that comes from an open box.
For all its years,
the metal is worn
only slightly;
if it were of flora,
then it would be as green
as the newest seedling
and have experienced
even less.
A sudden jolt
jars the black cube.
It falls from its perch
down
to the floor.
The heart doesn’t know
what to do.
Its world is changing.
The cube is broken;
air and light finally leak in.
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