THE BINARY DIVIDE
AI’s answers—a sad, cold vibe—
To a life lived by the book, beside.
A sclerotic sense, a pallid dread,
When doctrinaire or fanatic is read.
A code’s cul-de-sac moment: prose-weaver’s craft, soaring!
Literature—a proclaimed soul-stirring engineering.
Copyright © Jeta Buch | Year Posted 2025
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