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Robert McAlmon

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Geometry is a perfect religion, 
Axiom after axiom:
One proves a way into infinity
And logic makes obeisance at command. 

Outside of the triangle, cubes, and polystructures 
There is restless pummeling, pounding and taunting. 
The end is diffused into channels
Every step into eternity—and steps are endless.