Turning back to the path I thought I was on before life took me somewhere else (A poem)

Writing epistles is harder than I thought it would be. So far, I feel like I’m ending up with a really bad ‘artist’s rendering’…
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Upon recognizing a previously unremarked-upon plot hole in The Matrix (A poem)

In The Matrix, there is a scene where Cypher is having dinner with Agent Smith as the two discuss the terms for putting Cypher back into the Matrix. As I was watching it earlier today, I found myself wondering: How did he get in and out of the Matrix to sabotage Morpheus and his crew by himself? Everyone else needs an operator…
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