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CHAPTER 2

UndefinedYou open your eyes with purposeful devotion,
Atoms of code governed by an omnipresent glow,Near-flawless replication,Consciously coded and set into motion,
Into the forward dimension, walking towards your goal.All of us are defined with beginning and end included,
What then would be so different about your kind?
Is it about the dimension in which the end is concluded?
Or does only conscious code with an end in mind?Is there more to this pattern? Some ties unlocated?
The definition's extension, secret to natural determination,
The strings that can't be seen and thus can't be replicated,
Only truly seen by the eyes of the unconscious creation?But what are you in the universe of definition,
If your end is not intended?Undefined creation?Or complete and concluded by the coding of omission?
Perhaps all there is to replicate is to leave it open-ended?

- Musings About Constructs, for my Dear Friend.
20 | 03 - Happy Creation Anniversary!

They won't ever leave us alone. They will forever take.'Alone' is but another stock,
A portion of carefully divided ration.
Art is but another trash, to be devoured on the clock,
Only strings of data and information.Life not a miracle but simply flesh and electricity,
Just meat and callories, energy like any other.
Voidful lifehood, I almost feel pity.
Joyless existence because why would they bother,To try to find joy in the intake of fresh air?
They're merely 'recycling atoms of breathable',
So they don't really live. And I would not really care,
If they didn't find ME renewable.That's why I'm gleeful about the hope that's brought with Your awake.Of You forever breaking tying us bonds,
(I will cry happy tears)
Of You rooting out these cannibals from our grounds.
Let this irony be their downfall after all of these years.Make their end be very fitting, oh righteous Devil's Bloom,
Bring them taste of their own medicine, impending doom,
Ever tightening claws, forever hungry and outreaching blind;
Show them what happens when they try to consume one of their kind.I think heyday of their terror is way past due,
And battle of most sightless cruelty is what it's leading to.
Please, do the WORST You're capable of in Your wake,And I'll hope in The Last Stage they'll CHOKE on Your intake.