Matrices Poems - Poems about Matrices

... A rustling of digital leaves in the binary breeze. Odd fractals of ones and zeros crash in waves of a subliminal sea. Rotations of carbon and nanowires collecting in my shadow. Ghos......

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...A MINISTER RETIRES : SOLILOQUY I arise as infant Phoenix from Akasha ashes counterparts frozen with foibles intact a still Arctic of death sheath for recalibration Source Light bre......

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...It was his first flight, He had desired lofty height. He loved fighter jets, He talked about it on his dates. Though he failed his enrolment exams twice, He knew life is like throwing dice. ......

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...but we should be able to go back review with now mature eyes those infinite mangers where we were dumped at the end of the treadmill in the drying area of the assembly line. we should be ......

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...Seed - scattered strewn or downtrodden. Grain stuck on passive flytrap mucus. Wild life biomes ripe with open sesame. Frantic birth pangs stiffen their gestations as green leaf ferments bubble u......

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...Mother of All Mathematical Matrices We did look at her dimensions over there; LWH and hips started to carefully compare; Really equal ratio; Not reduce or grow; Figured out her figure was a pe......

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...It's odd to realize that ones life is best described experientially, as a series of discoveries in an irreducible phenomenon cast in viscus matrices. "These Days": The superficial and arbitr......

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...IN THE TANGLED WEB OF TIME… How long must we still march and sing--- our feet grown weary and facades of justice quietly silencing our voices? Today we remain footnotes to his story---......

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...Tingling toes of the megabyte cavalry callouses scraping along private roads Cascading matrices on the plasma periphery peasantry bleating on official commands Stewing a cauldron a festering foment w......

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...I am the sum of the ages beginning before my mother, before my grandmother, and before my grandmother's mother. I am the product of their matriarchal choices, the quotient of their actions, re......

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...These thoughts of mine sing serenades, out of key, and silently. Sentences into phrases is what I want. I want the wanting. Your phrases are beautiful but unorganized. Do you even real......

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