I wrote a poem about AI
our modern sin, our whispering snake
a small bite of the apple for the promise
of ease, of knowledge without pain
the road to glory no longer than the
distance of your keyboard
we all bite down eagerly, only to find
the fruit is hollow, insides reflecting
the face of a people that would give up
the last of their freedoms
to use their mind, to make something beautiful
don’t you want to make
something beautiful?













