Life is gestural at best and at worst it's a tracing

But mostly it's a mess that casts down in circles

Pressing hard with momentum to spare

But forgetting where to take this art

Looking down over the plane

I can't tell where I left off

Or which of these lines laid so close

Is the one I started with

Time is crawling up a flat mass

While we all break down

This is the part where you question the outcome

I wish I could know where my render will come from

In this all things are albe, somatic, and spirit

The curvature's beautiful

But what am I supposed to do with it?

With it

With it

With it