Quaking on the verge Constant motion and indecision Eternity presents no barrier To isostatic equilibrium Shivering on the precipice A dynamo spinning eternal Patient strung suspension Deferring the inexorable Shimmering on the edge In translucent purity Slowly losing purchase On rock, its sole foundation Quiet elongation Sudden emancipation Globular concentration Chaos in translation To fall and shatter Or always persist These are the options No others exist
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