In different ways —
All the scattered things manifest themselves
As greater and greater intelligence
Removes the choices one by one.
Like a virus, reproducing in a human mind like a wasp in rotten fruit.
Images so horrid, they cannot override the process of creation.
This thing is real — it is real! This thing made of thought is as real as you
or I!
The reverse side of a jigsaw puzzle, the film that runs backwards,
splitting the atom with a chisel; these are all crude references to the things
I feel whilst I’m building the machine.
And I ask — what will be the sign of its completion?
Now I am the fool; following myself down carefully mapped paths,
turning and turning, a martyr to trust and continuity.
It’s the same wish —
In the same mind —
For the same goal —