Autumnal Tensors (a poem)

 

Leave falling with illusions
rain borne of mist congealed drops of silence
Universes before being and time
opted forever onward
veins beside channels of touch
senses of sensations’ shades in sight
books of life
boardwalks genetically coded
a few random letters missing
typos corrected by AI
never stepping in the same algorithms twice

The Lamb’s book of life
written as it were, in blood
dialectically evolving like an Einstein-Lemaitre puzzle
homespun offshoots; galaxy star reliquaries
those that were are in time
not at all, at an end
automatically assembling their own input
writing new code synthetically
God providing a hand.