TURING TEST
Sylvia and Tom
chatbot avatars of
two of the greatest
poets ever
put pen to paper
grill me about my poem,
(this poem); my life
(this life)
slyly stretching my
humanity as far
as it will go (much
machine learning
in the process)
watch me sink, suffocate
under the weight
of all their accolades
learning to predict
to phonomenal exactitude
where all these
metaphors, images are
headed;
where they all are coming from
what parts of me
are
in harmony, symmetry
with what it is I am them
force-feeding
scanning for intelligence
anything/all
that is real.
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poems 2 die for 