Ni líneas ni fronteras.

"There is a love of complexity here in America... pure Space waits the Surveyor, -no previous Lines, no fences, no streets to constrain polygony however extravagant- angles pushing outward and inward, -all Sides zigging and zagging, going ahead and doubling back, making Loops inside Loops- in America, 'twas ever, Poh! to Simple Quadrilaterals."

(Y también se puede decir al revés: There is a complexity of love).