Learning the program is almost as difficult as the following title.
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Revitchitect
The wrench has not a parallel side.
Our tools are changing.
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Riveting, reviting, revealing,
Collapse the ribbon panel.
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There are option bars full of properties.
Where one once played with the heaviness of a pencil,
My cursor chooses buttons,
Pressing project browsing for ideas.
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There is a parameter of bounding edges,
Tip-toeing the thin line between getting it in and
getting it right.
The palate, please, an application for the tongue
-the menu taste, something to fight this hunger
to finish.
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Could a structural model link to my center?
Allow just something to let me stand where
Navigation leads into crisscrossed streets?
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Statues, these, drawn with everything in plan
but referenced where?
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Lost on a layer, in an object
Gone to modify, those deep wells,
A spring of unknown dimensions.
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And, someday you will swim,
Break the surface of a mountain reflection.
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Tip, clip, clasp, and snap.
Pin walls to their places.
Hold roofs where they are associated
Or losing the foundation,
When the earth shakes and
Work is left in clouds.
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What a constraint
To the opening and closing of a mind.
Standing soldiers are pushed off the ledge,
The world now thinks in a computer.
The instances are fleeting in our visual world,
Virtually useless.
Passive Architect 