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 wiresTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
