Diaphanous
Poetry
There will always be diaphanous gossamer sunsets the feeling of grass beneath barefoot toes crisscrossed crocheted splashing of puddles they will all / still be there after the morning mist after the midnight tryst after the artificial abduction of the soul.
Grace notes: I have tried to envision artificial intelligence and technology as invaluable inroads towards improving our daily lives, making things more convenient or leading to major medical, scientific and humanitarian advances. On the other hand, I have always feared its exponential exploitation.
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