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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
Copyright ©
Alesia Leach
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