Metasets' Algorithms
When no one existed
shadows had no eyes to fall upon
where coolness might have been a relief
to anyone that was
walking across plain time towards a star
where no hearts beat
when dryness had turned to dust all of the memories
that might have been
stillness waited to be stirred
something waited to be formed
as if every algorithm was a form
given parameters never to become a forbidden shape
though counter-instructions placed deceptive mirrors
presenting iterations that assembled like cherubim guarding Eden
sets circumventing sets of all sets maliciously
like reptiles cornering the market for apples
aborting echos of hopes that die before beginning
as if to make one wonder if one ever was
something like a fragment of parchment
spectral lines etched in quartz
waves entangled as point particle crests stopped dead.
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