Ending in a group that repeats itself
were we skipping or dancing when we
made the bells ring in unison, out beginning something clearly, loudly turning keys in air the sound of loops, picked like the footprint a skater leaves moving through a curved path, above ground level around we all aimed to draw a ring relating to a sphere, we wore circlets in our hair, where we revolved an axis emerged, area bound by cycles, spirals, sports we marked with fingers, used traditionally.
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