frustrating frustum

I see the atmosphere spiral down

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 frustum

staring into an unforeseen future"