Wednesday, October 16, 2013

constraints

constraints

So many the variables glow over Sisyphus,
indiscernible letters on black screen.
He is a machine
that eats molecules of sense, and there is enough
to push the boulder up,
but not enough
and the boulder backtracks,
up toward the fixpoint,
and the boulder retracts to the everlasting
distance from Summit.

The meanings are defined
in the fixpoints.
But our daily iterations
remain
undecidable.

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