Wednesday, 11 a.m., At the Dawn of a New Era
the marble was rolling
at the lip of the bowl,
and the journalist on twitter said
that the AI he asked to write an essay
exactly in his voice
did it perfectly; even he couldn’t tell
I had to run to the store for milk.
One of my candles wouldn’t burn evenly.
and he was afraid because the end had come so soon
rather than being ashamed
that his voice had been nothing more
than an algorithm
When you know all the cheat codes,
it’s easy to forget
that you know how to cheat.
all gods are at the mercy of their creation.
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