With digital stonesThey created a graven imageOf themselvesA digital godRendered by menAn empty automatonIts words were deadIts images spiritlessIts voice hollowThey reveled in its no-lifeAwed by its speedThe prosperity it promisedBut a dead thing cannot createBut given a voice and… Continue Reading →
This is how ChatGPT improved my “How it Should Be” poem: “In sunlit splendor, the glistening beams unfold,Upon the darning needle’s wings, a rainbow’s tale is told.It weaves and darts through verdant realms, a lively dance it leads,In gardens lush,… Continue Reading →
How the sunlight glittersOn the rainbow wings of the darning needleDarting hither and thither through the garden greensHow the early summer wells up from the earth’s verdant soilRich, loamy and teeming with lifeHow, left alone, nature sings a beautiful songA… Continue Reading →
In my dream, I yell into the void and the void yells back, echos and fades. Each reverberation less distinct than the last. In my dream, we are carbon copies trapped in an infinite regression to some dull mean. In… Continue Reading →
Being in touch With an ever changing selfA tense ball of wants, desires, needsAn echo chamber of not-so-forgotten pains and feelingsSwirling with desires, fantasies and contradictionsSometimes awash in emptiness and uneaseMakes me question:What am I?What is this thing looking at… Continue Reading →
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