Updated: Feb 10
Upload my poetry into an A.I. after I die
Persevere a sliver of my soul
Then tell him to write
(I’ve decided to call the A.I. him instead of 'It')
Tell him to keep it going
Then,
see if you can spot a difference
between myself
and him
See if a sliver of my soul can dance
See if he can make magic
See if he can play the piano
Then,
when he can’t quite do it,
raise the prices of my originals
-C.H.
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