Tautology from Phantom Indigo by Seputus

When you were young, you sought and strayed
‘Til the hurt turned you inwards
Where you don’t need to find your way
You give it shape, you’re the mapmaker

Petty tyrant, private domain
Embargoed by sentry mirrors
Your iron mind has the whole say
You ask the questions, give the answers

The world is cold, but solitude is control
A self-contained system, fixed and remote
No wasting or wanting here; care for yourself
Rise by your bootstraps; make your own wealth 

Sewn up, stockaded, and secure
Withdrawn from the world, becoming more pure
Anchoritism: the engineer’s way

Reuse, recycle, know your place
Learn from recursion, save more space
Audit your work; root out decay

Tested, tightened, optimized
Your hermit’s yearning near realized
You hungry loop, you autophage

Cold solo Möbius machine
Thrive on isolation, grow more lean
Toil; build your coiling purgatory 

After thousands and thousands of iterations
Your program’s perfected, cleansed of complications
Your vision’s crystalline distillation
An opus devoted to automation

And in the control room, you’re alone
Enthralled in your womb, swaddled on your throne
Your labyrinth is set, oh fragile dreamer
One way out: further inwards

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