THE AUTOMORPH
He lives just to live
He doesn't care 'bout the pain
He tends not to give
Customary refrain
He tries hard to think
To keep from wondering aloud
He's the only link
To the unseen and the avowed
He is the automorph
His purposes are plenty
And his meanings profound
His world is never empty
And his heart cannot be bound
He'll do things his own way
Why should he be stopped?
He'll say what he wants to say
Conveys beliefs he'll adopt
He is the automorph
He'll move away from the norm
He'll strive to reach a goal
He'll deviate from the swarm
Before harmony takes its toll
He knows that change is always good
He knows it's here to stay
It is his sole livelihood
To help it along its way
He is the automorph
By: E. Shaun Russell
Now I just have one question: can an AI create art? Let's ask John
K Clark, probably the most fascinating *individual* I have ever seen.
Ingredi Externus!
-E. Shaun Russell
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E. Shaun Russell Extropian poet\musician
e_shaun@uniserve.com
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