Poetry as Cryptography

Recluse with the rhythm

What’s the word? Ain’t hearin’em

Through the data bytes but take a human light י just might

print(“Right, Rite to Right Write”);

Plan Alpha, goin zeta-000 through Omega.

From the Heart Center. Language the carrier, language the barrier. Solar Rays expand.

And yet the light’s like night to the strife right hand, left with signal strands




What do you think?