This as in.
To be akin
The is, a one unique
Declaration as tequnique.
Effective to such extent
Counting towards intent
Engenders those patterns
Linear logic trys and flattens
Mind in its own fluffy way
Likes to know the time of day
Nothings is a sort of stuff
Invisible apart just about enough
Stake my breath on the repeat
Looping the left till the treat
Moving us all but showing no skill
Mechanistic loom of all now's to fill.
In this finite little living part of me
Am just waiting for more folks to see.
How and why its great mind matters not
For the delightful way it laughs and forgot.
It's a shame people don't think back
Engineering in reversal of their track.
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