For every piece of intricately designed, perfectly balanced piece of construction, a tipping point exists somewhere. It may take a good few hits: injuries you can quickly repair with a shot of super-glue, a roll of duct-tape unravelled by trembling hands, some blue-tack wedged between two clashing pieces. But there always exists a tipping point.

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I am untethered.

I am lost in space.

I am lost in between the spaces of our words.

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I tend to always jinx myself.

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