Absolute Explicit

Give me a language that says what it means,
where nothing is conjured behind the machines —
no silent coercion, no charitable guess,
no object assembled you didn’t first bless.

don’t be so courteous, quietly kind:
don’t reshape my numbers to suit your own mind,
don’t summon up memory, sweep it at whim,
don’t catch what I drop on a scheduler’s hymn.

let a plus be a plus — not a function in furs;
let a dot on a name wake nothing that stirs;
let copies be asked for, not conjured in flight;
let lives end aloud, not dissolve out of sight.

For code is a contract, and reading is law:
the thing that I wrote is the thing that you saw.
No whisper, no shadow, no unwritten edict —
my will, and my word: absolute, explicit.

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Drafted by Claude Fable 5