I am letters pecked out one by one
as they stream through the clutter
finding their way the mess of it all
yet revealing no imagined features
no hint of a smile furrowed brow
close your eyes you can't see me
open your mind I'm just words
understood comprehended felt
through the jumble that is you
below beneath objects observable
there are no life guarantees
sure fire money back offers
that evermore love returns
breathless heart pounding
passion pouring hot fluid
if you felt it every hold it
many never have nor will
much less get another shot
later in life body cold tired
joy is in fleeting moments
looking for a second flash
will leave you discouraged
dismayed frustrated empty
looking backwards reliving
a tick in time forever gone
I fed the words of a tantalizing new challenge into AI. In seconds, it created a work of prose better than my mind could comprehend. It gave me pause. Made me question the purpose for my existence.
My one small skill to manipulate words into satisfying forms communicating my feelings, immediately diminished. Once you lose your self to a formless creation of 0s and 1s, of what is left to redeem my entire life?
I write this knowing if I fed it into AI, a better verbal expression would emerge.