What stop's me from moving closer, what stops me from calling out, the dobut inside will burn me alive but i know you can live without.

It seem's the sun is on this desk. Delicate by design intertwined.
As it raises beyond the crest.
It's length is in a bind.
Thought  it does not even strain.
No it doesn't mind.

The rough uncertainty ran crosswise in a seemingly random design.
The continuity of it was in decline. Time forming before me as the gravity did act.
Slowly tugging downward as strength is what it lacked.