WHEN YOU SUCCEED
I sent this poem
to your letter page
neither
floated it
on the air currents
nor shackled it
to a tbunderbolt
sending it
the expressest
of express deliveries
no I
broke it up into
bits and bytes
photons of light
two-slit experiment
forwarded it
digitally
no message
in a bottle
ether crossing nothing
to do with the ocean
testing you
to your Turing limits
pushing you
hard until you crack
like the
Nazi code in
an enigma machine
and there before us all
in hallucinatory space
all
our circuits, on-board
programing
my little poem, this tiny
buffet
testing you to
outer inner
the limit of your limits
finding, reflecting where
you fail, back
at you,
where you succeed
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