Though the weather had changed
The pleasant breeze stayed away
Blazing thunders rips me from my dreams
Hail beating down unmercifully
A metamorphosis beyond comprehension
No dance of minds only tension
Zarathustra spoke so long ago
The words I always knew
never understood its truth
Now I must agree
Occams Razor no longer applies
The principles of parsimony subside
Did allopoietic occur
Nothing makes sense anymore
Caught in a stochastic algorithm
Actions so unpredictable
©Ella Price

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