The Scaffolflding

The dipole-hook of the stage of echoes has rung.

The section of the third movement.
A distance and a void.
is shaped like a semi circle.Leveling the dew.

Above the threshold's gate
And the scaffolding is fragile.my face is bound to the poles. Against the walls.

The place for rest is but a sliver.

Greetings to the end.a step is time.