Poetry week: Algorithms response/inspiration
If time exists at corrupt lies, breaking down the universe, then fear is an extension cord reaching out to connect the universe, stretching across the shoe of all hope, each end of endlessness capped beautifully like a narwhal. If the narwhal blinks then it sees the camera watching over it as it lies in the pool of generosity, the cup of the world. When the camera is fear and it corrupts the lies corruption and becomes the lamppost that guides the masses. However long the aglet lasts as the only monopolizing cap for the shoes of life, when shoes are no more the peoples' patronus. And when I am the light that reaches the stretches of eternity, the camera captures the perfectly brilliant yet endlessly clouded clarity of all that was, resonating from the blinking narwhal who realized that he was trapped away from the water in a void full of hydrochloric acid. Then time is everywhere and nothing is anywhere because all is foreign to the brilliance of the moment.
