there’s a green equilateral triangle filled with 2’s,
2 by 2 by 2,
an overlay of lines on the floor,
like bathroom tiles,
walking around and in the bathroom,
everything is cell shaded,
like a cartoon,
a warning known now,
Avoid A Scanner Darkly,
For days into a week or two,
They all looked the same,
people,
faces,
Their faces moved and hard to see,
all the faces were blurry,
eventually I saw once again,
With bright shining clarity,
You can read my name but you can call me Lucid,