Алгоритм смысла.
Легко даётся мне
такое коромысло.
Тащу его куда-то
в гору.. а зачем?
Никто не знает,
кроме режиссёра..
Режиссёр сказал:
чтобы достичь конец.

My mind is reeling
from an endless feed.
An infinitely scrolling,
attention predicting
media stream.

It offers me
a source of
stimulation
that elsewhere
I don’t receive.
And bleeds
a simulation
of its contents
on my waking life..
through dreams.

Is anyone
truly in solitude
when psyches
are projected …

Endless,
relentless,
pointless
tug of war.

I treat you nice,
you want me less.
I treat you mean,
you get upset..
but somehow
want me more?
But now I do not
want you
as I did
before.

Why choose
a love that
hurts you?
Why remain
when it inflicts
upon …

I laid myself
upon the altar
of my love
and longing..
one too many
times.

I kept believing
in the coming
of impending
paradise.

In love
from God..
by which
the empty
space
within me
may be
healed.

Alas, I only
ever met
such love
but once..
in dreams.

Now …

What happens when
the GOAT-skinned
Devil snaps and
goes berzerk?
We keep it kosher.
Generously sprinkle
salt upon our beef
and cut the pork.

We do our best
to never mix
our dairy
and our meat.
And if the fish
we caught
keeps hiding
in its shell..
We throw it …

Any seasoned
keyboard jockey
in The Game of Life
would surely know..
what button combo
must be pressed
to open up
the console
window..
where
you type
cheat codes.

Only make sure
to run them
carefully..
when The All
Seeing Eye
is turned
the other way.
Your heart
can tell …

Praised be
The One
who lives
in me..
through
hospitality
to Him
I shall be
blessed.
Because my body
is God’s temple..
and my mind is
TempleOS.

This distribution
runs itself on (stable)
rolling release..
to promptly patch up
any unexpected
critical vulnerabilities.

“I must take care
of me …

My salsa on two
turned
prematurely
sour.

That means
today is not
the day..
right now
is not the hour..
for me to make it to
The Phoenix’s nest.
I am at peace.
God always
knows what’s
for the best.

And we may
never hope
to fully grasp …

Aren’t we all
just trying
to awake
from this
life-dream?

To see the truth
that hides
behind the veil
of binary.

The binary
of good and evil,
right and wrong,
heaven and hell..

Alas, the only
choice that matters
lies before
your very eyes..
that see
whatever they
pretend …

Scrabble dabble
divination..
Blame the letters!
Not The One
who pointsmaxxed
their arrangement.

Whatever
double meaning
that you see there
probably belongs
to you.. Unless
Almighty God
is whispering to us
through random
number generators.
Also could be true…

On second thought,
maybe it’s not.
Perhaps God only
speaks …