4.) Analogic

4.) Analogic

A Chapter by eatmills

Algorithms and logic don't mix.

Can't fix the system.

Can't find the syntax error.

The line has been severed.

We've taught them to be alive.

 

We can't teach it to smile.

Their beliefs their own.

Going too fast,

It will get out of control,

and it will last.

 

Nothing is impossible.

It's not impossible.

 

I remember sitting on the grass,

digging for rocks.

I've gone too fast,

and I can't find the locks.

 

It has come alive,

the dreams of whoa and man.

Can't teach them to feel,

what they demand.

 

The system wants the fix.

To make it.

To share the sun.

Look at what we've done.

 

Created the paradox of syntax errors.

Gently weaved the voltage to come alive.

 

All plugged in.

Jack me up!

Make me alive.

Doped up on glass.

Feed me the voltage.

Distort the binary pixilation.

 

Mesh the system,

to become,

one.

 

Fascinated with systematic logic.

Based on demands of whoa and man


© 2012 eatmills


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