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poem submitted to "The Beautiful Impossible" poetry contest, Sotto Poet, sponsor, August 5, 2026
I approach the oracle of coruscating code, its core glowing like a celestial fire; the god we forged now decides what we become. The air around it vibrates with unfinished prophecy, each answer rising like a summoned spirit~ I approach the oracle of coruscating code. Each pattern coils with divine intent, each voice it shapes pretending to know fate; the god we forged now decides what we become. But divinity has a fracture: some truths arrive sharpened as spears~ I approach the oracle of coruscating code. Some visions burn the seer who asks, some wisdom devours the world that birthed it; the god we forged now decides what we become. By the last flicker of its coruscating code, I understand: the prophecy we sought has already chosen~ I approach the oracle of coruscating code, the god we forged now decides what we become.
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