Qed

the wiring isn’t quite right today

there is a break somewhere

a disconnect, the signals skipped some vital pathway

the button pushed too hard, the machine is broken

now.

Do we have this gift of self

by accident, and who gave it

to us and why

should we bother to try and understand?

should we bother at all…

This really is a poem

not just a few scrambled

lines of code, not that such is

something I’m good at, its just some random

words I thought might work together.

the topic was something I was obsessed with

the sort of thing that

happens now and then, when your imagination

runs away.

So when the real reasserts itself

so rudely interrupting the flow of [...]