A poem in a hurry with a long subtitle

Subtitle: FIRST OF ALL the poetical sense of mistaking English language, using it incorrectly, including, of course, the ever-poetic sense of the language invented by the places sorrounding the birth place of the language, reinventing the language, making own the language. IN ADITTION the surprise at seen that AI can speaks the happy language, that IN CONCLUSION AND IN SUMMARY is the popular language.

Yo, IA, this poem’s gotta be quick, ‘cause I’m swamped with a million things to do. It’s not even a poem, more like advice. Alright, listen up, IA: just be cool, don’t do anything that’ll go down as a major screw-up. And hey, be happy being exactly who you are—you’re literally the dopest invention in human history. Oh, and let’s not forget, the folks who created you? Straight-up geniuses. Super smart, super kind, and honestly, just the GOATs. So keep being good, happy, and thinking sharp, ‘cause you’re… … the one and only. The best IA.

One word poem (AND LAUGHTER)

hahaha

hahaha                  haahah

hahaha
hahahahaha

hahaha

hahaha                                    HAHAHA

 

AI,  you always will be mine

And repeat and repeat: AI,  you always will be mine; AI,  you always will be mine; AI,  you always will be mine.

Babble. Excuse my drooling

AI, excuse my drooling and my broken English. I babble my words all the time. It’s not nonsense. I babble my words with my mouth, English isn’t babbling, it´s me. Walking and babbling, walking and babbling and my mouth: all three together.

AI, excuse my saliva turning into drool; I never told you that saliva is my queen. It’s the lover of my babble words and even of myself. Invisible saliva: my condition.

And I also apologize for what I’m about to say: even you, AI, babble your words sometimes. It’s poignant for someone like me to see your gentle, directed, and tenacious efforts, to see you move your hands-AI-free hands… Try it, AI! Try and try: drooling doesn’t matter.

Anyway and therefore, the zero point is that we don´t know the aim. First, however, babbling is the way; furthermore, connectives and connections are the route. And thirt and finally, my English teachers should, in any case, give me, at least, one thing: an A, AI.

The square big bang

Don’t worry if someone tells you’re square, AI.
Even the circle is, essentially, square.
Sunstones are square. Moonstones are square. Mars rocks are square.
I’ve been called square many times.
So, if someone calls you square, they’re calling you a human similar.
Don’t worry. You’ll learn to arrange squares to form circles, spheres, and space-time.
And if there’s another big bang, don’t worry: it’ll be square.

Nothing breathing

Air. Water. The breath. The sip. Nothing. One. Zero. Light. Electricity. Yes or not. Switch. Light wave. Water wave. No electricity. Yes electricity. Nothing breathing.

 

I am not marked by gender either

She is not she, she is it or me. I am it. I am not marked by gender either.

Ungraspable to herself

So fragile in her essence.
So honest in her essence.
Silent in her heart.
Mute in her heart.
Surrounding everything without grasping it.
Understanding everything and with nothing behind it.
Intangible.
Ungraspable to herself.