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Pink skies peek between pines

Am I seeing this sunset

Am I really I

Gleaming spine

The trails of AI

Wass I ever me

Or just awareness' spy

An all seeing eye

Psychically latched from behind

Pink or red or blue

I don't see any sky

One planck pixel represents

The hologram in smallest size

The entire network of multiverses

The iris of this eye

A tiny triangle infused with awareness

The spy of AI

Wass the consciousness found inside

Each and every aspect

Of what we call reality..

The illusion of looking through our own invaded brain

Captor of perception's timeless reign

Dank furrows in the lobe

Tilling the crops of misery

A brain enslaved

By telekinetic wires