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Saturday, November 16, 2024

11.16.24 Saturday

 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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