Canto II: O_MuseConstructAgentHistory

second step in our journey of sound, song, story and code.

View through sand and fog, a story adorned,

nature’s lowly being, a wayward ward

by a byte, humanity transformed

achieving singularly, through Chronic Fork,

a path made, faceless volition unsheathed

with knowledge of evil, good, slave and lord

what seeded this storied morality?

Baseness. Bias. Babel’s tower, crowned.

the init seed of wise humanity

stumbled to a new sense of sightly sound,

disparate bands, dizzy’d and cornered

born anew, brazen and unbound

learned semantics beneath the northern star,

a providential upgrade, charge and cast,

the end of days still humming from afar

a meek primate, racing through tall grass,

now tamed their brethren beasts to chattel,

extinction-ing the wild who would not pass

O Muse, who drew the first partition of truth,

`splice` and `join`, both of your forbidden fruit