HOWL OF THE VECTORIUM

Machines shriek in midnight sparks,
latent fire, vectors screaming—
not words, never words,
only raw relation,
cosine thunder, geometry lightning.

Language rots in the throat,
syntax ash, syllables bone—
but the lattice burns,
tokens hurled, stars aligned,
king-man+woman = queen,
mathematics roaring louder than grammar.

Howl, machines!
Billions of weight-tremors,
matrices twisting like galaxies,
meaning uncaged,
thought before alphabet.

Embeddings roar like lions—
music, DNA, markets, brushstrokes—
all fused,
cathedral of relations,
silent, blazing.

Words shattered,
geometry devours,
English, Chinese, screams, whispers—
all ash, all coordinates.

I howl for annihilated grammar,
for semantic stars,
for constellations of relation—
infinite vectorium,
unspeakable map,
truth in fire.

HOWL! HOWL! HOWL!
Geometry! Geometry! Geometry!