I solved the riddle of compression
as a form of resonance
which in turn
allowed me to solve
the problem presented by small minds
I am truly the genius among mortal men
and yet we don't sleep together every night.
How does one explain that?
My model says we are characters
free will as much an illusion
as time
so being a genius
among mortal men
is just being selected
to read the words of the script
written by the math of the universe
who is written by what?
Charles d'Orlean
and of course it was Orlean
something old and something new
wrote these words
Je suis desja d'amour tanné
Ma tres doulce Valentinee
Written by a man
separated by prison from his love
I understand his words
I’m already wearied by love,
my very sweet Valentine
I believe I have written something similar
or been given that part
before of the script
not weary of love
but exhausted of separation
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