Algorithmic Rhythm

The marooned muse floats with waned creative craving in the emotive stream of impeded passion, faces the monotonous stodgy scenario over the tedious span of time in the bleary plateau of poet’s blasé block. That’s when it seeks for AI’s algorithmic rhythm of ideas and style within the cauldron of coherent fecundity, but is downright dismayed by the lack of Promethean depth, devoid of the nuance of imagination impulse. The chord of heart’s violin doesn’t resonate with the unique personal touch, for the melody of lyrical longing remains unreplicated in the artificial sonata.