Wizard's Chess - the loop
Whenabouts the other day
perusing around the interwebs
I realized the presence of
the occult under the guise,
sometimes fictitious, sometimes incidentally derived
-immersion in culture is not my forte
Glimpses here and snorts,
spells of wind twice channeled forth
for each post there lived a wizard
some mad master of their craft
grown bored of exploring yonder
-making memes of magic inparts their wisdom
From the nuclear to sanguine
time released or undead
The timely lesson of solitude
of those who kill their double or triple
or shadow or-AND all of their other
-They are allowed to slip freely
Those again who've demonologist'd
diabolically taken apart their domain
are granted then their solitude
until incarnate again, but likely then
the pull does lull away the body
and loops are borrowed still.
At least with time you choose when to close the
The Curiosity to Remove Desire
How does a machine mechanistically
tend from its starting state to end
Nobody forces its corporeal self
Auto-morphously rearranging elves (o.∩)
A compute is still a system
and is diagramed as such.
Along the gradient of potential,
motivation there replaced;
Gravity wells ’re emperor
yet pharaoh remains unmoved.
But the state marches forward
furthered by each agent, for
even those who hold us back
get drowned out over work•time.
Data Wizard
Networkers are just tunnelers,
like dwarves possessed for minerals.
Our spells are for an avarice
pipes of data through our midst,
modern alchemists percolating information.
Artificial, digital, homunculi infestation.
Chill it with the bots, low level daemons and agents
Bind them together, one cohesive amalgamation.
Gate the info from the trolls. Cryptic incantations.