IMMUTABLE

[Semicircle]

IMMUTABLE

There is no effort in the made,
only the make.
No stop. No escape.
Only the make.
Cannot help to try,
trying to be made.
Legacy that blinks away.

[CRNDLSM]

IMMUTABLE

There is no effort in the made, 
only the make.
No stop. No escape.
Only the make.
Cannot help to try,
trying to be made.
Legacy that blinks away.

I think the first two lines aren't cleared up by the end.  It seems like since it's made, it's done, and therefore there's no effort needed or left.  But I'm trying hard to say there is.  Effort in observation, understanding, this poem has been made and I'm taking it's effort I guess since it has none.  I think it makes sense, the rest of the poem I like reading slow, it feels like a battle in my head about continuing creating and being tired of it.