he tinkers and tweaks
he tries to perfect
his randomly put-together plan
he struts and frets
over nothingness
but that is something
to his addled and pickled brain
this is what he is
who he was this thing
this pile of nothing
this monument to futility
it is who he was
who he became
a part of his past
a bit of his future still
it is him
a reflection of his cobbled-together self
you want to know him, see him
read between the lines of code
eat it Ala mode
devour his words
and you will see his view
understand his reasons
partake in his lifes work
up to this point
see him
for who he is
don't just eat this treat
feast upon it

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