A Machine's Gaze

beneath the screen’s unwavering eye it scans the words where truths may lie each line dissected parsed and weighed a judgment rendered coldly made this poem is not yours it claims patterns match familiar frames even those penned in years before ai knocked on the public’s door it cannot see the midnight muse the quiet hours you dared to use nor hear the scratch of pen on page long before machines could gauge it brands as false what’s truly real the heart the thought the human zeal it cannot grasp the time or space when words were shaped by hand with grace a formula a rigid test it cannot know a poet’s best for sparks of art defy the lines of data rules and coded signs so let it judge let systems weigh and claim your craft a copied play but know the truth is in your hold each line a gem of priceless gold not every word by code is sown some seeds were planted all your own and though the tools may still misread your voice is yours your soul the seed