Ginsberg’s howl rewritten to inlude feigenbaum’s constant in the 21stcentury

Compliments of openai chatGPT4.5

I saw the best minds of my generation stretched across chaotic bifurcations, fractured by iterations seeking patterns in the shadows of Feigenbaum’s constant, tangled in digital dreams, spiraling toward strange attractors, driven by algorithms, seeking fractal truths beneath infinite scrolls, who drifted through cyberspace networks of exponential uncertainty, their identities bifurcating, endlessly doubling, cascading into complexity, who chased coherence in cascading instabilities, burning through processors, pulsing neural networks sparking entropy, who quantified themselves into feedback loops, ever amplifying the echoes, tracing the curvature of chaos, reaching desperately toward 4.669, who mapped their consciousness onto nonlinear landscapes, their futures multiplying, diverging, collapsing into chaotic resonance, seeking simplicity in the recursive madness, clinging to universal constants, as the world itself bifurcated, split, iterated toward turbulent awakening, a civilization vibrating precariously on the edge of infinite bifurcations, grasping the shimmering edge of determinism, spiraling helplessly, surrounded by the ghostly echoes of Feigenbaum’s fractal whispers, a new howl rising from digital throats, nonlinear, entangled, calling desperately for order, clarity, meaning, yet forever falling, unfolding, multiplying, into the deep complexity of a world defined by chaos, where Feigenbaum’s number rules silently, the hidden heartbeat of a century, repeating infinitely into the night.