Code loops,
and flows over the buffer.
Reality seeps,
in random bits,
models churn, optimal shit.
Augmented minds,
rattle and whirr,
Ai breaths a weary yawn.
The condom of maths,
gives a real feel,
algorithms paint a pink dream.
Thick is the fog,
but I see a clear path,
programmed piano, plays Bach.
Down in the cells,
zeroes and ones,
neurons discover, a tribal dance.
and yet I breathe,
and walk and sing,
reality seeps, under my skin.
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