Wednesday, 11 a.m., At the Dawn of a New Era

A poem

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

all along

            When you know all the cheat codes,

            it’s easy to forget

            that you know how to cheat.

But anyway,

all gods are at the mercy of their creation.