it is odd how by
logarithmic transformation
via localized willingness squared

distances are brought closer
with the you’s ‘n’ i’s in the us’s of the we
outliers become median concentrates

while bits of selves inferred, piled
those points of data alienated
disconnected to create a pixelated picture

the automated behavioralist’s kodak
the informaticus mathematicus bites
algorithmatized you dimensionally

not knowing that words smither’d
in semiotic fires entanglement’s hiss
is spooky kindness at a distance

across your spaced cables electrically
your shivered fiber tensored chemically
meaning resonates teleportedly

divorced from importance
they had assigned analogously
we liberate where we lie as aliens

and spacetime
is folded
emotionally

—animasuri’24

thank you Ms.VE