the cut shell makes a naughty sound
wonderful tactic to distract me
that rotation is not the zenith
even though I know its importance
what lay on that deserted ground?
why did you look so forlorn
lying with your feet crossed at the ankles;
nonchalance that reached out to my soul
I wanted to hold on to the slices;
to focus onto the unrelenting elements
"the point is broken, I hold the frustumstaring into an unforeseen future"