Hello World.

The clash of asynchronous paths.

The catch and throw of simultaneous objects in the context of a pre-ordered ebb and flow.

And given time, the syntax matches the pattern matching of each synapse,
All feedback is feed through structures inherited from some parented one.
Some superclass through which the base is made more specialized.
Each function less virtual.
For each, a filtering pass through which an object’s true mission becomes a solid block of cognition.

In the clash of asynchronous paths
exceptions are the rule.

The hard and fast are parsed into weighted conditionals but somehow some events always seem to flag true and the past recurs and merges sometimes and with hope is split and solved and still some core is unresolved though, isn’t it?

Some leaf.

Some chance branch of truth, perhaps that base class through which all have evolved and yet just out of grasp, or perhaps nothing.

Perhaps null.

Maybe just the random flash of asynchronous collisions,

the crash of pseudo-randoms based on a unknown seed,

and an input
expanding breathe-first through a network
a million loops and levels deep: a google.

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The Googlism is a religon (used in the loose, satrical flying spegetti monster sense of the word) that believes that given its unseen, omnipresent, near-omniscient, allegedly benevolent status google must be accepted as a scientifically verifiable god. Seriously. This poem was the result of a trip to the site and a semester’s worth of constant programming.