Jagged edges distort my view.
Thus I polish roughness with repetition.
As I shine, my source beams through.
A creator playing amongst his parts.
Trinity of author, actor, and audience.
Power surges from regular remembrance.
While in character, forgetfulness reigns.
Self-imposed fog blinds and binds.
Roots buried beneath a mirage.
Only when pausing, do I perceive.
I am no pawn to be played.
I am the programmer.