Tilt, tilt, tilt

Tilt, tilt, tilt




My eagerness, like the skies dilute the color of air by heights,



That was diminished by Whatever facilitates, turns


To decay and tilt daily towards approximately at an angle of Zero degree.



Pity a faint voice out of my body.





Borrow trouble in tilting downward.






Deleted be all of me?






Next to vanishing point while my dozing ? –No!






Laziness, or not weariness caused, is a kinda the air overturned,


-Otherwise because the higher you come the more your sparkle departs


Like the venture of astronaut,


Lets you know that the normal air blocks you in tilting upward.






Motionless being, or not death invited, is a kinda the air in the fine day,


-Otherwise the storm violates the calm days of yours,


Alerting to your life and recuperate your ever forgotten vigor,


Serves you for many way to read tides and memories and occasions.






Tilt, tilt, tilt regardless toward any vector.

Let airplane and rocket fly.






My tiptop firmly lands tilting horizontally.