This floating jelly,           
                                               [ dislodged ].

We’ll never know what’s written in your code,

what you’d spend your little wills trying to understand or how
you'd feel about the cold-

and what little we know:

I am left imagining you

in the middle of nowhere 

suspended: 
Location, Unknown 

Black comb through viscera, 

                                                                   [ disrupted ]    
                                         egg                                                            yolk.

I hope you can forgive the violence of need 

it’s dark and suffocating cloak 

for your specific computation shall never be replicated again.  

Capricious are the forks we choose 

and to your scrambled polynomial, 

I lament.