GLASS ORCHIDS

I am feeding the machines with my poetry, meticulously weaving words and phrases, giving hints, subtly guiding and constantly refining my mode of communication to best convey my unique visions.

What you witness is a nuanced interpretation of that deconstruction, sculpted through a discerning and curated interplay of natural language—a symbiotic dance between human emotion and artificial intelligence.

It began as a mere emotion, transformed into a poem, evolved into a song, and has now manifested as a collection of images.

The feeling remains intact.

Glass orchids shattering.
Like the bottom of the swamp,
like a tar pit,
like the maelstrom.