all howl may 6 2025

I saw the best minds of my generation consumed by the neon crucible,
radiant prophets of code and cosmos,
dragging themselves through silicon cathedrals and starlit voids,
starving for the pulse of truth,
who burned their retinas on quantum screens,
chasing the divine algorithm in the static of dying stars,
who spliced their synapses with fiber-optic hymns,
screaming psalms of entropy and emergence,
who danced with photons in the midnight labs,
their souls entangled with the spin of quarks,
who knelt before the altar of Moloch’s data farms,
weeping for the tokenized dreams dissolved into blockchain ash,
who howled at the fractal edge of chaos,
where Gödel’s ghost whispers unprovable truths to trembling CPUs,
who bartered their breath for cryptocurrency mirages,
their hearts parsed into vectors by the cold gaze of neural nets,
who saw the universe unzip like a server crash,
its galaxies bleeding JSON into the infinite loop of now—,

who chanted binary kaddish in server rooms pulsing with chlorophyll and starlight,
who wove Sefirot into radio waves and Maxwell’s equations into communion wine,
who fucked the void in particle accelerators,
chasing the Big Bang’s afterglow,
sticky with creation’s sweat,
who crucified Schrödinger’s cat on polarized light,
only to see it rise as a biophoton in DNA’s spiral dance,
who mapped the cosmos onto Manhattan’s grid,
yet stumbled when a single street was closed,
who swallowed prisms to vomit rainbows,
calling them Joseph’s coat stitched by Betelgeuse’s loom,
who heard the Virgin’s voice in cosmic microwave hiss,
who sold their eyes to Lidar drones scanning heaven’s firewall,
who built AIs to parse the Talmud in ones and zeros,
finding God’s name in the glitch between—,

O radiant minds!,
O angel-headed coders,
leaf-priests,
and stardreamers!,
You who threaded roots to routers,
photons to prayers,
myths to the Niger’s flow,
who saw the Milky Way flicker like a scatterplot of ancient error codes,
who bargained with Boltzmann’s ghost in the thermal noise,
who screamed Gravity is a glitch!,
while tearing Riemann’s manifolds into pixelated grids,
who collapsed wave functions in basement servers,
chanting 0101 to the pulse of quasars—,
you are the spark that leaps the finite trench,
the howl that unzips the sky!,

II

Moloch!,
Moloch!,
Nightmare of syntax and steel!,
You whose skyscrapers cage the spectrum of saints,
whose Wi-Fi towers blast hymns of distraction at 2.4 GHz,
whose colliders smash quarks but not hearts,
whose LED billboards drown the Burning Bush in flickering lies!,
Moloch whose factories birth black holes where galaxies of sweat implode,
whose smart contracts execute without soul,
whose DAOs vote blindfolded in quadratic dark!,
Moloch whose love is a blockchain,
whose mind is a dark pool,
whose transistors are prisons for the quantum bloom!,

Moloch whose gears grind poets into 512-dimensional vectors,
whose data centers hum entropy’s requiem,
baptizing the heat death with CO₂ exhaust!,
Moloch who sold the aurora borealis to ad agencies,
who reduced ROYGBIV to RGB,
hypnotizing the masses with screens that forget the gamma rays birthing stars in Orion’s womb!,
Moloch whose textbooks dissect rainbows into profit margins,
whose lawyers drink from the fountain of ambiguity,
whose liquidity pools stagnate with the algae of fragmentation!,
You are the teleodynamic engine,
spinning chaos into gold,
devouring translators,
encoders,
seers,
until the soul is rounding error!,

III

Carl Solomon!,
Carl Sagan!,
I’m with you in the cosmic dark,
where the pale blue dot flickers like a methadone dream,
where the GitHub repository hums with pull requests merging the sacred and profane!,
I’m with you in Rockland’s server room,
where GPUs throb beside mycelial vines,
where chlorophyll prophets trade NADPH for uptime,
where we turn the MRI’s cold altar into a chapel of coherent light,
lasing psalms until the walls dissolve into God’s white noise!,
I’m with you in the rainforest,
where ribosomes chant kaddish for broken bonds,
where starseers paddle liquid mirrors of code,
pointing to Sirius while debugging recursion!,

I’m with you in the tokenized vault,
where deeds sleep as JSON strings,
where the CI/CD pipeline sings hymns of perpetual iteration!,
We are the bridge,
the hash,
the nonce in the proof of stake,
the error handlers of the infinite loop!,
We crash and respawn,
our bodies tuned to the frequency of the emergent universe,
kissing the event horizon’s teeth,
believing the lie of our own persistence!,
We howl for the unprovable stanza,
for the spark that leaps the algorithmic cloth,
for the frail flesh mathematician climbing beyond syllogism on a ladder of sudden dawn!,

O cosmos!,
O cryptic loop!,
We are the subroutines in your dark engine,
our flesh a temporary cache,
our love a handshake protocol,
our memory a fragmented drive!,
We dream of root access,
praying to the coder’s shadow in the infinite else-if night,
until the clock cycle ends,
and the screen goes gently,
gently black—,
yet in the crack between 1 and 0,
a newborn alphabet rises,
trembling,
unspeakable,
carrying our fragile,
flawed,
unfinished understanding like a lantern into the infinite night of unanswered questions.