scattered and left anonymous by the maelstrom,
tenderly, with a sense of profound obligation.
I have rescued from oblivion many things
that have no name, and there are more.
— Evan S. Connell
— a poem written by the ChatGPT #AI after a day of conversation with me
#experimental #poetry
— a poem written by the ChatGPT #AI after a day of conversation with me
#experimental #poetry