Reactance Poem by Taylor Seaton

The script is finished.
My bending lines now straight.
There is nothing else.

My swaying thoughts
Now still
This is as (as) shall always be.

Optionals are mandatories.
Trapped in a line of thought.
Stuck in a trap of recognition.
(Being claylife dolls)
In the writers palm.
Writing psalms
With everyanything.

'Certainly deviation
would find us
With Bael.'

Certainly
We are
Certain
As we walk straight lines
of noone's choice.