One for NaPoWriMo, where the prompt was to write a visual poem.

Transcribed – don’t ask why:

shapes
bewilder in their ebb
and flow: they’re simulacra
nOthing true, bent On
what they seem to show
give me A real thing
any day, a persona
nOt rObOts On
display, not odd
described
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