He’s stared at computer screens for so long
his eyes glow with the cold fire of the world’s knowledge
and has stood on the shoulders of giants for so long
he has mistaken himself for one
there is no thing that he can’t do
no idea he will not entertain
the thought of point-counter-point makes him giddy
with possibility -- he assembles to dissemble,
to find the guts strewn out on his table and look for the gaps
where they connect, or don’t, where the missing parts
don’t have a corollary
then, he creates one
the universe is his laboratory
and experiments play themselves out in real-time
presenting results that he forgot to ask for
and delivering consequences to actions that weren’t his
but inevitably, he would reap
it’s a struggle, he says
to learn to be unsurprised with everything that happens
but by the end of his four
he’ll know that there’s nothing new under the sun
that everything, everywhere
is the product of something
somewhere
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