As if


Thinking thought it so.

I snicker without the audible snear

to no one in particular

this time,

at least.

I remember it sticking

that artificial intelligence

required the exact opposite

of human language

to work.

That is, human communication

obfuscates, equivocates, metamorphicates

as its highest form of virtuosity

weighing the poet and the presidential

worth more, eponymously,

like Chauvet or Lascaux
mysteriously here today

gone-

now

there

is

no tomorrow

these days


I dedicate myself to myself, to my art, my sleep, my dreams, my labors, my suffrances, my loneliness, my unique madness…

I dedicate myself to myself, to my art, my sleep, my dreams, my labors, my suffrances, my loneliness, my unique madness…

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