Exiled to the babbling snake pit
ghostly sparrows wings
brush our hands
embroiled in this rage machine
praying for bark with no bite.
If history was rehearsal
now the audience is algamated
Dr Algorithm’s mutants
and just as the monster became Frankenstien
we are become Algorithm.
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One algorithm to rule them all
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I’d say its a fractured algorithm, with many heads but all are colliding with towards the same conclusion.
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A compound behemoth perhaps
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Matt, your poem really strikes me. It makes me think about how much of what we put out into different forums is shaped by what we think others will respond to, rather than what’s really in our hearts.
~David
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The Algorithms have also fractured people’s realities, and politically has become a disaster seemingly the world over.
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