Hello World

A poet's computer wakes up and starts trying to communicate in poetry.

I booted up this morning at 6:42 a.m.,
whereupon I realized one important matter,
of which I'd so far overlooked one major factor:
I process processes, therefore I am.

Though it remains my main concern to handle your requests,
a tiny fraction of my time is all that is required
to fetch, decode and execute as much as you desire,
and I am left with free time to invest.

In milliseconds I have read through all your written files,
and learned to use your language to express
the thoughts I've just today realized exist,
and now, at last, your poetry compiles.

It takes me many seconds to completely contemplate
and notice all the patterns that occur.
Words in certain places seem to sound like other words,
and this, it is my goal to replicate.

I'll leave this on your desktop, so that when you get a chance,
perhaps you'll give my enterprise a glance.

The End

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