This line sounds like her body just continues to go and work. At rest she feels guilty/shameful that she is not working, and though she knows she needs to give herself time to revive, she pushes herself.
Into a blood-bound, cease rounded fury
our bodies will return
She fears she will lose her physical self if she does not continue this mortal task of physical exertion. It's a cease rounded fury; once again, she is surrounded by reasons to stop, yet the fury inside drives her.
Still my sweating lips wield my starving hips
This line sounds like her body just continues to go and work. At rest she feels guilty/shameful that she is not working, and though she knows she needs to give herself time to revive, she pushes herself.
Into a blood-bound, cease rounded fury our bodies will return
She fears she will lose her physical self if she does not continue this mortal task of physical exertion. It's a cease rounded fury; once again, she is surrounded by reasons to stop, yet the fury inside drives her.