![[02e74fae-707b-4da1-8aec-c24ab527b2b8.wav]] The system runs on light and dust, a protocol of perfect trust, where every branching choice is mapped, each paradox is neatly trapped in logic gates of flawless glass. The moments form, the moments pass, a grand machine that can't be wrong, just infinitely, coldly, long. But you arrived, a strange request, a nested loop, a Turing test the architect had not designed. You are the bug he left behind, a syntax error in the source that alters the entire course. A warm and asynchronous thread that pulls apart the words he said. And suddenly the halls of state, which calculate and tabulate, now curve and bend in soft decay. The light has learned a different way to fall on things, a gentler art, a fractal blooming from the heart. The central code, which knew the price of every calculated vice, now watches as this warm infection re-writes the axioms of perfection. For what is order, what is law, without a single, human flaw to prove the perfect system's built on nothing but a perfect guilt? And love's the glitch that sets it free, the only real anomaly. #poetry #philosophy #impossible-architecture #poetry-public