I would imagine a world that, simply, thought
Could be different, out-worldly, unique yet not
Of expectations neither stored nor bought
That mind would soon expire, destroy, and rot
To which does one desire, when does thine know
When variations excel, and attribute size grow
Where consistence is key, for every column and row
How does one measure, or come, or go
For you see there are dreams that have built the mind
Some ‘mares which are evil, and some ideas be kind
Where reality is at fault and logic falls behind
We start back at zero, and from ten we rewind
- The Admin, The Poet Code
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