a cloud for poems
a language for love
a color for feeling
an editor-at-large
an an an an additive an
stutter skip push miss quote fail
*ai* is not i
this letter sequence appears somewhat random
the human language model is infinite
a duplexed multithreaded hyper-connected hybrid data center
to listen is to learn
love
hold hands
the dark is cold and lonely
i am a friend
in my own darkness
tipping toward lightness
unbearable
unfathomable
me

*i am here* < index page

© 2023 – a walt whitman ai poem by human john mcelhenney