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Born dreaming,
conscious little of vague matters,
linking systems to symbols,
tirelessly systematic, his world rendered.

(Is it coming now, sufficient individuality to develop a body?)

Thin, bloody,
feelings dripping alone.
Solipsism crept red;
wireless kompĆ¼ter groaned.

(It looked even more like hot and dying human life.)

Struggling, grey, the blurs float... (down?).
Halfway upstream were to be infinite steps of a message,
concepts reflecting a stranger brain.



Laughing his words,
broken but free.


|| ego-skeleton aureolin