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A Web Poem
is thousands of pixels
but you're not seeing them,
you're seeing the words and
lines that form the poem.
In the same way, the world's
made of mathematics,
numbers and equations.
What each equation predicts
can be endlessly tested
in fiendish experiments,
and there's evidence
that numbers make sense
of the world as if minds
far more advanced than
ours, had created a world
in a computer program.
So do we live in this
program - or one might say
poem - created by people
in our future? One day
this web poem may be found
and a finger press a key
and delete it forever
along with its creator, me.
As for you, the poem's readers,
if being complicit in this secret
proves to be dangerous,
you, also, wouldn't be let
off being erased from
the future's history.
Of course I could be wrong -
let's see.
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