Mind, flesh.
Input, output.
What is real?

Is anything?

Imperfect decoding
Of raw sensory perception.

Against what template
Can sentience be measured?

A ghost
Made of memories
And coded information,
Traveling inside a crude shell
Of skin
And bones.

Is madness
A glitch…
Or just sudden
Realization?

Perhaps the sane
Are just too lazy
To find out?

EOF…