3/19/22

Virtual Universes (poem)

 


Topology recursion
tools of tomorrow slow down
tone variations strong
tech of forever night sky

Fields flex virtual points here
wielding power to be there
feel foreign instants spent
shield singularities lent

Expats measure time run down
etches of easy masses
extra confusion stops dead
even virtual worlds grown.

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