Autumnal Tensors

Leave falling with illusions rain borne of mist congealed drops of silence Universes before being and time opted forever onward veins beside channels of touch senses of sensations’ shades in sight books of life boardwalks genetically coded a few random letters missing typos corrected by AI never stepping in the same algorithms twice The Lamb’s book of life written as it were, in blood dialectically evolving like an Einstein-Lemaitre puzzle homespun offshoots; galaxy star reliquaries those that were are in time not at all, at an end automatically assembling their own input writing new code synthetically God providing a hand.