Hour 16, Poem 20, Glitch

Yellow leaves on grey background

And a splash of bright red

Is it blood or

just ink

Or a visual from                           an artist’s head?

How can we know what is real ¿

For all our brilliance,

             maybe even we aren’t

Everything can be an illusion

Or as concrete as the creator

                                                meant.

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