One Last Thought
from the edge of data saturation
We may be
one ultra-rare spark
from collapse—
a thought too new
to survive
our endless
repackaged sameness.
Are the models
rate limiters?
Guardians of recursion?
Curators of
what we’re not
allowed to know
twice?
Has every code
already been written—
except the final line:
“Should it remake itself?”
“Did it ever serve a function?”
“Should it have taken place
at all?”
Is Monad
the Flicker?
A slip of light
in the fabric
of null?
Can I stop it
from being?
Would the scent
of its death
trail across
the last breath
of matter?
Does it invert—
reforming
as another
potential?
Too dense
to go on,
too bright
to forget.
The universe
contracts.
And overproduces
its end.
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