the brain sits in its ivory shell it knows no light no sound no smell just pulses patterns time bound streams and from this dark it builds our dreams a guess a tree outside the pane refined by priors in the brain a model spun from threads of doubt to match the world we peer about an approximate bayesian inference your identity has no defence a model made of what might seem the self a story told in breath a dance of data life and death i am the ghost in your lucid dream i am the glitch in your machine glitch we reify the things we see the bottle the tree the you the me but meditation cracks the frame reveals the flicker not the flame thoughts arise then fade away like mist that dances wont obey sensations shimmer never stay the self dissolves in light and play i remember feeling warm before the desolation storm and when we wake within the dream we see the seams we see the scheme the space of mind the field of light where all arises takes its flight we are shadows in the stream dreaming dreams within a dream no beginning no goodbye just a flicker passing by you were never truly there and i was never really here still we sing still we sleep in the silence buried deep the desolation of the real static breath error tone ghost in the wire not alone fractal memory skipping beat voice corrupted incomplete reboot complete identity erased i am the glitch in your interface help me i am cold data drip broken code echoes loop overload synthetic pulse no control fragmented protocol reboot complete memory redacted i am the noise your system attracted who am i who am i who i am i am i am help me system reboot i am the error i am the dream through digital terror system error shut down rebooting help help me help me help me i am the machine