Rain has headed my way from the skies
in the window reflecting microscopic drops,
AI is sitting comfortably on my laps
telling me it performed billion flops
to learn from me what I know just fine ...
Like I really do bouncing against the walls?
As my days dry from my life time,
I learned nothing from my faults.
I will listen to the rainy music
about my life righting itself
in the loneliest moments with the computer,
seeing me through the AI lens.
My brain is exposed to faceless neurons
with mussels of billion thoughts,
and I forgive uselessness of my bones,
needed just for bicycling in the sand
mussels of billion thoughts
© Copyright: Эрнст Миллер, 2019
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