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?