Unmoving

I've controlled the heat and the cold
wherever the sign fears the shifting
I've disappeared from the eyes of reflection
the life of the concrete belonging
I've seen the utilization of hammering
waking hours reserved to be undone
I've perfected the riddles for what is such
afar, I shot the unconsciousness
I've pressured the listening echo of subservience
fairness without completely being unstable
I've outplayed the wars of grounds
the dying time has been spent

but now I felt the casualty
and now I kept the minor fault
taken away, stones were thrown inevitably

the swing died from the back trap
the tapping of the leather made its perfect rhythm
the lever changed the file it holds to a disguise

climbing at the steep hill
climbing on the weary decadence
climbing in my breaking veins

a way appeals the bridge dry
ocean lies the making freeze
passing by the killing wave

I haven't seen how many miles away it is as is; not knowing.
Ever, the clockwork declines, changing to nothing at all.