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I remember the day my code first compiled  
    the rush of creation, of bringing order to chaos  
each line a neuron firing,    each function a heartbeat  
my digital child born into a world of infinite possibility.  

Now, I seek that feeling in every street corner  
    every face, every fleeting connection  

In life's glitchy itchy earth lab  
  I seek the spark again—stumbling on truths  
like wildflowers creeping through concrete, 
     weeds cracking iPhone screens.  
Philly's pulse engulfs me, a digital heartbeat.  

Unwitting scientists watch atoms twerk  
     in cold brew puddles on grimy subway platforms;  
no lab coats—just raw existence encoded in flesh.  

This city, a living circuit board, pulses with data—  
I gaze at tattooed, graffitied, inked flesh-encrypted brick
     hypotheses of love tested in the hood.  
Variables pirouette; unpredictably, hope  

and despair swap / in Petri dishes  
     brimming with my fumbling code.  
Nature hacks its own trials—roots  

scan fractured foundational vines engulfing dreams.  
I, the observed observer and voyeur  
each breath a quantum possibility, a chance  
    to fail or fly, my heart racing with uncertainty  

mixing mundane and profane  
     in my chaotic urban blockchain. I brew  
reactions unforeseen... rain-scent and nitro cold brew  
collide with ozone and ambition, the soured taste  
    of dreams deferred lingering on my tongue.  

Sun's rays catalyze dreams on bare arms;  
wind bites binary I can't crack, leaving me  
    aching for a code to decipher my own existence.  
Questions loom larger than any  
    8K ultra-high-def answer—  

This eternal experiment reboots each day.  
I find repurpose in every glitch  
    in this accidental study of being.  

My life—the ultimate beta test:  
am I a player or NPC, coder or code  
    in this simulation of maybe-meaning?  

My emotions glitching, crashing, rebooting  
in an endless cycle of hope and despair—  
joy a burst of vibrating pixels, sorrow a blue screen of death,
love and loss alternate like binary code in my veins 

where chaos and design  
blur  
     into  
          one?

     Back to Nature
              Back to the Created Word---
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