...from which in good time I'd emerge
When I first began
reading I needed
a physical crutch:
I had to follow
the control flow
of a program text:
I had no idea of what
it would mean until I'd
explored every loop and
branch.
Like a blind mouse wandering
through a labyrinth
to its very end.
Later on I
coped on less;
and less meant more:
Each unvisited branch
- a virtual limb -
not absent
yet not present:
Feeding an imagination.
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