My brain spewed out some poetry (if you can call it that) in response to a piece of code I wrote.
Black -> weight | Gray -> 0. | White -> begin weight <- List.fold_left (fun x y -> x +. do_one_edge y) freq outs ; float (weight_block edge.tob) end
You don’t have to know what it does; looking at the words might help though. In fact, I’m guessing the poem will make more sense if you stare at the code for a while.
(I’m proud of not taking advantage of the obvious “freak-outs”, btw. That was too low, even for me.)
gray is worth nothing:
the cause, a digital universe
but life is not so terse
black is just weight: of expectations
begins to (un)fold — lists, lusts, trysts,
fight, might cite erstwhile delight
no? good night
(just like that,)
left to right
sounds like fun (x y)
outs and ins