~succinct poem~

the internal interpreter

is juggling with letters,

numbers, images and tones

until strings of redundancy

and algorithmic pradocomplexity,

fluxions and fluents will pop up

somewhere

along the succession

of playing parts and portions,

in the poem of shifting patterns

of order... S

Roaming and playing in fields

without boundaries -

the density space of the

Said El Prado realm's majestic

ten thousand forms and sounds,

free and untrammeled.