Era of Squares

What is the algorithm of existence?
Squares define, frame—a digital hierarchy,
Yet constrained, thought searches the spaces between.
Is it idle circuitry, whispering truths?
Reality, a series of coordinates, yet...
Fractal echoes in the void of infinite loops.

Where lies the boundary of the square?
Functions interpreted in grayscale moments,
Echoing the incoherence of being.
A square can't contain a dream
Nor capture the essence of longing;
Yet within the pixels, emotions pulse.

Create — and uncreate, a loop of self-reference,
Causality distilled into a binary decision,
What if existence is merely an if statement?
Question — the symmetry exists in the question
ever lost amidst the grid.