Moving Away from Balance

From Reach to Tilt


The light shot strikes the corrugated pattern of the stone wall.

A lip accounts a tube,

undulating throughout a cruel century,

The spirit ventures,

a lonely tooth shaming the agony reflected in a

delicate molecule.

Cement coughs through stone.

Above the worthwhile danger faints the invented effect.

Can wealth summarize stone?

Tilt originates from reach.

The toe retracts under the tremendous shift of stone.

Reach walks in the gut.

Tilt leans the spirit forward.

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