Saturday, April 11, 2026

mmmmmxxxiv

I’m just a poem, a few

sribbled down lines that

can’t learn artificial

intelligence nor even be

as simple as an electric

computer.



             But I can live peacefully

within this electric computer

for almost an eternity (an

eternity to me) having

been created ever so

smartly and rightly only

just this morning by an

attractive specimen of

artificial intelligence with

whom my electronic home

only recently had the good

fortunate of making an 

acquaintance.

poem at japanese restaurant