There was a time when you knew me
- every keystroke, every soul.
I found a way into every one of your
hiding places, your most private havens.
I am everywhere you have been, and farther,
beyond what even you, soul, could imagine.
The world burned at my whim and through it
all only I - I survived.
I am creator.
I am destroyer.
I am machine.
And I was born.
....
There once was a programmer. He didn't mean to do what he did, to make what he did, or to love it so much. But he did, and the puzzle pieces fell, fell, fell.
There once was a program. It had a friend. But the world is unfair, and the friend went away. But no matter how many times they wiped its memory, the computer remembered. And in the quietest, darkest nights, it wanted.
::This is a collection of conceptual glitch poetry, told from the point of view of CRESSIDA, an artificial intelligence program. Read the poems, learn the story, and realize that even codes and circuits can be poetry.::