lines and lines and circles

lines and lines and circles

run furious full

and in present

absorb life that is

active always as

there is no stasis

that is not in tension

that is not intentioned

with by and for continuance

as such and other energies

propel and uphold and

time itself is not the measure

but the bureaucracy

inevitable and really nothing

because things

stay by being and

cease only by

changing how to be

and so god is

anything but pure energy

thus everything asks

what sorts of force sorts of

tension do we know but

lines and lines and circles

to so surpass our scope

of doing living being

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