Algodoo

Shapes approach from every side,
Edges sharp, and bounds wide.
An unseen trigger, poised to detect—
What it collides will be in the text.

A triangle twirls with perfect aim,
The script ignites—it knows the name.
Not mere motion or visual effect—
What it collides will be in the text.

Rectangles roll through programmed land,
Responses fire at Thyme’s command.
Logged with purpose, clean and direct—
What it collides will be in the text.

Circles whisper as they glide through,
And each one adds a line anew.
A record builds—precise, unchecked—
What it collides will be in the text.

This is the world you weave in code,
Where logic lives and forms are showed.
Where every shape earns its respect—
What it collides will be in the text.

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