An ode to programming in three parts
I was with you in those days bright
Connected terminals. Connected minds
Across from each other, pulled together with boolean logic
Tethered tight but soaring high, kites dancing in the sky
I am with you in these days short
Rushing to make the long now linger
The symmetries have broken, turned upside down
And we watch the waters rush by, fractals breaking every wave
I will be with you in these days soon
Listen for me scattered across the manifold
Waiting for you to imagine the end
So we can begin again, together