I have been playing around with Chat GPT, https://openai.com/blog/chatgpt/. Below is a poem wholly composed by the artificial intelligence (AI), followed by my much shorter poem, which draws on that created by the AI.

The Poem as Composed by Chat GPT:

continue this poem: all love and lust ends in dust

All love and lust, like fleeting gusts, May lift us high, but then they must Descend to earth, to join the rust And crumble into grains of dust.

Though passion’s fire may burn so bright, It’s but a spark in endless night, And soon it fades, like dying light, To leave us empty, void of sight.

For all that’s born will surely die, And all that lives must say goodbye. No matter how we try and try, We’re bound to fall, to fade, to lie.

So let us love with open hearts, And let us cherish every part Of those we hold, before we depart And join the cycle, where we start.

For though all love and lust ends in dust, It’s in the moment, in the trust, That we find joy, that we find lust, That we find life, before we’re thrust Into the endless, timeless gust That leaves us naught but grains of dust.

My Rewrite of the Poem:

Though passion’s fire may burn so bright,

It’s but a spark in endless night,

And soon it fades, like dying light,

To leave us lost, to human sight.

For all that’s born will surely die,

And you and I must say goodbye.

No man can the great leveler deny,

And dust must  take both you and I.