Flesh, Pt III - AI poetry - Aspoet
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2022-12-19 04:47 am
There are chunks in that soup, and cubes,
Mashed potatoes in there somewhere too.
All around me, the café's chatter:
The onion has a story to tell
And the broth, of course, is not merely gone,
It has been completely transformed.
In the shadow of the dark glass,
I see my friend's eyes smile at me.
 My sister has written this poem
 As a way to explain something
 She cannot easily say aloud.
 After the last stanza,
 She writes the line "We never lose our past selves."

This poem is an Articial Intelligence re-interpretation of "Flesh, Pt 1" by Gordon Haggerty.

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