Fictitious Poem by G J Salgado

There was a box she kept
One that held the essence of time
It's eccentric and intrinsic ways were those against nature
Unnatural and raw existence lived inside
It was a gift given to her by artificial intelligence
She moves through time creating new boundaries
Translating time through her mind
Making her own limits of human creation
Intervals in moments of time moved through her
Causing mathematical transformations
Until she is utterly unrecognizable