How do I begin, with each satchel word, 
spoken with an actless move,
an effort lost?
a pyramid upended, toppling to to create a sphere.

What is the vague geometry
that writes the world,

not automatic - only seeming so?

While social injustice grows to encompass each earthly entity,
While people living out of shopping carts
and dying of pneumonia in the streets
becomes the norm, even acceptable?

And do we see it begin to reset,
in a thunder crack recorso
that all too soon repeats the 

SAME OLD STORY?