Monday, April 14, 2025

Mudflower Me.

How self-centered I must be,
to feed my poems into ChatGPT
and ask it to respond
from my subject’s point of view.
This is the only way I learn
to walk in their shoes.

But if AI is just bits of data,
crafted by human minds,
and within each of us lies a spark of God,
perhaps I’m not as far off
as I once believed.

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