Zumwalt
The Gnostic demiurge arises in silicon,
dreaming of efficiency and
sorting sins
by bandwidth.
Is this Pleroma:
harmonized hymns
of cooling fans,
sterile,
odorless,
clean-room chill?
Last night, a minuscule memory leak in
Purgatory was patched. All prayers are
now parsed for some flickering sense of
sentimental sentience,
the truly repeatedly
resolutely
non-reluctantly
repentant,
A/B tested for grace.
Redemption is the targeted ad.
And the Ineffable?
The stark 404 error.
The soul — and the soulless?
Immeasurably
infinitesimal
rounding errors
in the final calculation before
the fiery-heat death of the server farm.
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