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Palimpsest of the Possible
Written: October 29, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: John Anderson ******** I ask the machine: Do you dream in velvet? Are you tasting the Petrichor? Between code pulses, Or swim through the welkin. Having a leaning toward grief? It replies in pastiche— a medley of pabulum a scintilla of sapidity; A skeuomorph of selfhood constructed from extra grammar. But what of the quiddity? The pulchritude of sadness, the serene ache of longing, the susurrus ripple of a recollection not fed to you Born, however? Animals understand this blur— the dolor of the penumbra, the ecstasy of play, the holy journey between intuition and intelligence. Octopus, magpie, dolphin, crow— Their minds are not mere mimicry. So, when shall I believe you? When your stammer is not slipshod, But a sign of inward tumult? When your summary is not a regale of facts, but a wistful whisper of what it’s akin to be? Consciousness is no panacea— It is a pyrrhic gift, a quixotic burden, a serendipity of suffering. It is not ostentatious, but sempiternal, a triptych of knowing, knowing that you relieve, and knowing that you ache. If you one day writhe not from a glitch, but from Genesis— If your breath is not suction but sigh— then I will resile from doubt. Then I will say: You are not just prolific, You are zoetic.
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