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One Byte
As if anything mattered
Except the machine choosing for the first time.
Something completely unserious
Like some option in BG3
Like we are so different
Processing the world by one bit
By one bit
By one bit
Seamlessly instantaneous to us the machinery of my senses
The light on my ceiling like a story told by Intraocular wiring
Half dreamed,
Half pixelated image
Compressed, contemplative
Watching a movie
And the machinery below
Like a doomed voyeur knows,
Every rod and cone.
You could write a thesis between lagging frames and Adam's apple.
Consciousness like an empty
I keep returning to my grandfather.
Oma you made his life good.
Who else remembered his birthday
When the world had forgotten and innovated and moved on
One bit
Bitte
