A Universe Entangled with Coded Logic

If it only had a brain not a concatenated helix of frames blockchains of games with Minkowski points stringing thorough time If the algorithms weren't cold and iterations old such that they write themselves like bird footprints through the sky Something like prayer wheels empty’d inside so nothingness could ride with beingness’s tide Geometric shapes around the hood with reality added in virtual chopped blocks where information was taught along the outside of wheels Chariots of fire without minds in the mire degauss the universe from faithlessness blind A.I. art like Dali’s portrait constructured iterations with time growing late adding just, a semblance of fate.