20.0l

an engineering rush (ii)

Dylan Harris

20.0l

an engineering rush (ii)

Dylan Harris

Potato Press

by Dylan Harris

4 anticipating the metaverse, 3 nation six dog, 2 discard

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20.0: s chew, r dye-de-ho, q antwerp, p tension nitro ego, o church is dangerous vital, n tin rush, m the A rush, l an engineering rush (ii), k Miss Demeanour, j flock state, i be infinity, h Namings, g nation six dog, f uncivil law, e dead write, d chase chase, c an engineering rush (i), b a much for we, a The Joy Of Tax

19.9: c Inn, b Swoop, a An Ode To The A14

19.8: c Rose, b Hymnen, a Darmstadt

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an engineering rush (ii)

jumbo crash

time

defect

less

immensities

paper

rewind

light

here

quanta

humanic

the A rush

an engineering rush (ii)

jumbo crash

i wasn’t looking north

i didn’t hear the jumbo crash

that’s why it didn’t happen

but i travelled that way

later that day

to where the impact blew

now the simulation

has to execute

calculate the trumpet

time

threads of simulation

outside realtime

but time–sliced to life

have their own time

whilst our spacetime flows

their accelerated game time

could rescind

to an uncorrupt commit time

when events

not victors’ history

but events themselves

are edited

not for some

egotistical human

God wants us

arrogance

just a technical mistake

defect

don't expect a history crack

beyond our foresight–free stupidity

and accident

even us software

can undo elapsed time

fix the fault run on

a clocktime skid can’t cure design

simulators may flow the flaw

and we’ve a now to find it

perhaps Gödel’s canapé

disproving the math absolute

a language our language our intent

defect simulators

defect innate inability

defect culture offend

defect ignorance

select

less

map effecting range

not content

if crease is crossed

colour in

discard limits

when drama fades

no met

is no waste

immensities

just to invent

universal complexities

when the player senses

from emulating flames

racing shadow makers

to exiting the cave

fear daren’t look

vast starry night

one eye corner catch

snap inventing all eternity

could stutter even extraordinary power

risk the thrash crash

so prior make proxies for the player

simulated conscious souls

who’ll seek immensities

a player might uncaring glance

paper

paper falls

it doesn’t matter

what brane life

battles distress

experiments fly

loves melt

paper falls

at the speed of time

rewind

run no interaction

our time a different time

they flow but us

stopped

rewound

corrected

run again

raced

reverted

crudely cut

looking for simulation error

hunt the snark in guildford

but player time can’t cross rewind

hunt the shark in guildford

no

the simulators’ computers

incredibly more than

and ours fix before you see

the history presumed

made in memory now

and we simulants

if player’s elsewhere

history is rogered

light

photons

girders of eternity

we ride the point of time

they run the speed of now

here

you look fountain

computer work

find the did

light backtrace

origination deed

our pretty games

quanta

if this is more

than ill reverberated philosophy

quantum behaviour

will have the most effective

sending information

to construct then histories now

effect entangles cause

humanic

simulators’ power

incredibly more than ours

humanic finite

our software fervour revolution

has drunken walked

and more will clash

but you can’t construct eternities

with uninvented light

these thoughts are false

the A rush

ok

think we’re the builders

fill fake life with active delight

crocodiles and fleas

broken seats and supernova

rampant blue and rotten fish

it’s the A rush

every peoples

find an own

state fake world

hey

how about this

when we sense the limits

the simulation’s grown

to make those limits not

nah

that’s knew

not new

it’s an A rush

bah

pub time

choo choo

gimme cuddle

it’s an ape thing

and the A rush

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20.0l Dylan Harris poetry poems

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