an engineering rush (i) :: the game

in our time
almost every simulation
is not for education
but computer games

if play goes bad
players rerun

since we’re here
it’s going good
the nasty luck
hasn’t won
or the player
reran

or player groups
war among the entangled net
to the winners’ declaration

hawking “The Universe In A Nutshell” might say
if i could find my blasted copy
all things can happen do
there’s a parallel world
bolivia wins every gold

but when we play computer games
or read about a novel’s star
i swear the characters
the ones we’re meant to play or read
are archetypal elemental
how the ancient greeks
made their gods

the players have adventures
starting with a simple
gaining more complexity
in some fake simplicity
fighting dread

at this ephemera
abu nidal
died in violence
a day or so ago
he
bin killin islam’s
godfather of masturbation

i guess the game is to catch bin laden
he’ll have to continue his hatred of islam
knowing he’s doomed to defeat
because those playing the game those chasing him
restart any part he wins
the immediate gods
the old greek gods the hindu gods the shinto gods
the archetypal gods the players
will slaughter him
end our stage

and others will play the game again
and he’ll fail again
and die again
and be played again
reincarnation
ever failure ever repeat
never end
just decay

we the irrelevant extras
the artificial witnesses
we’ll be or not be
by the game’s intent

bin looden
his no choice but to be the fail
the carton’s roach

it seems
the buddha
was true

poem

2K0:2

arts & ego
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set Hear

new scientist
a song so dire
the argument
another bitch
homework
hymnen
recreated arts
the game
oh gods
rushed off
unanswering

rushes




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