the code seems quite permeable
one would think, granted ‘one’, granted ‘thought’
granted conditions for the code to bloom and flex
it was meant to be so
tripping so
trippingly
but all roads lead to a god with no persona
science
and ain’t that a bore
we fill the cracks in the code with sounds
we stuff the space with photons
and it doesn’t matter
we ignored moral philosophy
and the greatest minds on earth
got their nipples licked by capital
and it was all over
