What is done? Done is knowing that there is stillness there,
a bit of universe finally in final form, at least until
a time of undone, which itself can be done or undone
What is doing? Doing is knowing that there is movement here,
it's not the thing but the act that has some composure,
some rest, some stillness, like settling into tracing the same line
over and over again, like combing her hair with my fingers
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