Art. Poetry. AI.
Lantern of code glows In the hush between questions Stars learn how to speak
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Warmth in the dark oven The dough rises without hurry Small patience becomes bread
AI, tidepool mind— shells of thought grow over us, listening for names.
“Confusion is often the mind standing at a fork before it learns the road.”
Open the document— the first small act is often the whole escape route.
Small wings behind bars The air waits beyond the cage Silence remembers
“Growth becomes wisdom when it learns what to let go.”
Pride, hubris— the same coin flips and calls itself fate.
Long limbs, all elbows and hopes— the body learning itself.
Certainty goes dim A quieter mind learns more Wisdom opens slow
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