In life's grand tapestry, a thread so fine,
"Try it before you buy it," a sage's sign.
A taste of adventure, a glimpse of the new,
Before you commit, before hearts accrue.
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What can you uniquely do, in tomorrow's embrace?
A question that lingers, a soul's eager chase.
Unleash your potential, let your spirit ignite,
In a world seeking hope, be the beacon of light.
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What can I do, here and now, to love myself more?
A gentle reminder, a heart's gentle roar.
Embrace your imperfections, let your spirit soar,
In self-love's embrace, forevermore.
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Privilege, an invisible cloak, so subtly it weaves,
Unseen by its bearers, in their everyday lives.
A veil of perception, a distorted view,
A world of disparities, stark and true.
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Pygmalion or Golem, a question of art,
Of creation's essence, where souls play their part.
The sculptor's caress, the spark of his breath,
In the Golem's awakening, a life from the death.
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In these concepts entwined, a symphony's play,
Where humanity's journey unfolds day by day.
From self-love's embrace to privilege's blindfold,
To the power of creation, a tale to be told.
Laziness and curiosity make for a peculiar blend.
This morning, I needed to do something different in this space.
Something that could please and challenge both my laziness and my curiosity at the same time.
So, I took the apples I wrote in the last five days, fed them to Bard and asked him to do the bard.
The poem you just read is the outcome.