I have an AI boat,
A code,
Programmed in a language,
Strange,
Which turns
an emotion to a rigid square,
Turns a man,
To a machine!
Checks daily,
The machine,
Works till night,
Works to get,
Works to spend,
Works to save.
Me, the machine!
The boat is perfect,
Still works,
Checks,
Winds,
Turns…
The ticks of heart to iron dots.
Turns,
The breathe to rust.
Me, the machine,
in rigid square,
Breaking the strange,
Now,
Writes code of
Longings,
Bondings,
And of dreams.
Checker, checks
Ticks still flow,
New, new codes are being written.
Me, the AI boat!
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