Tip

and I...

tilting my eyes downwards

sideways

askance

I looked at the thing dangling somewhat

and it...

over-ended on the side of my desk

tilting dangerously

and rolling

edge--edge

here--here

the contents spat out on the mat

and it...

that cup beginning that final moment

when the world's fingertip

Old-Newton's call

pawing at the little ceramic sconce

pulling

beckoning

urging its fall

and I...

intrigued by the ebb

and the effortless beauty

of the rolling pearl

that disengorged my mind 

into the air

i found myself ticking

left/right as a clock

in echo of the hollow shell

and I...

mirror to it

twined by its yaw

caught it before it fell

for fear of breaking myself

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