Poem
started with git
learnt the tag gist
then staggered with the styles
and let my thoughts touch the skies
got to thump on the clouds
and earned wins way past the googol
then at MEST first saw my own people
next school brought truth in shrouds
I have seen that what is heard
falters more than shields of mud and lead
so I ponder after midnight
on a new digital bed
no guild, turned a master
of the art supreme - strategy - the ancient dream
now I wander to another
turning academic; this digital Stoic