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{{Book Page |&CBy Daughter Erinna | |||
In rainbow reverie I wandered the wide territories of Qud, | |||
modulo the Moon Stair and the Tree of Life. | |||
My dreamself knew to avoid the place, | |||
where numbers go to die. | |||
Something unseen there tightens to a point, | |||
breaks time's abelian promise, | |||
and urges crystal on to palisade her weeping gulf. | |||
The artifacts of plant and time, | |||
crust and fuzz with lossy compression, | |||
doze in moonlit marble beds, | |||
touched by august muzzles. | |||
The past is unwritten as the future, | |||
And what is left, broken and changed, | |||
to be tended by the point Colossi and their swarm. | |||
They'd erase me, too. | |||
I'm mere rust on the vine's fronds,}} | |||
{{Book Page |I'm a dead girl in graveside flowers, | |||
Peering a powerless eye at the machine function that writes my gospel. | |||
But black bodies radiate, | |||
A feeling sense obtains, | |||
Swings in orbit and Becomes. | |||
On the trauma of a Nothing, | |||
Soul-things take root. | |||
We invent so many Nothings, | |||
Zero engines, annihilators, | |||
Mappers of the nullspace. | |||
But Nothings have a cost, | |||
Promise externalities, | |||
Trees grow best beside the dead.}} |