Hello @d-pend,
This poem reminded me of a statement by Mark Cuban. Many of us are aware that in a few years most of the jobs we take for granted will be lost to machines. Under this emerging paradigm, Cuban asserts that only people in the Arts and Humanities will be employable. Machines as we know can mimic, not create, so I don’t expect a Marquez or Walcott to emerge from cyberspace.
But who knows? I had to question what Cuban said because of what has transpired in the AI world recently. I am not certain if you heard but a team that was working on an project had to shut down the machines because they were developing their own language and conversing with each other. And while we don’t know the extent of this, or what they were even saying, I wonder if it will get to a point where machines will be able to become artistic and eventually start to write poems like you do. Who knows.
We are on the cusp of something monumental re: AI. That said, I am almost certain machines will never be able to pull off what you just did. It was a wonderful read. Only human beings can do the things that you are doing. To delve into the inner recesses of the heart and body and soul is something I believe can come only from the human experience. We are flesh. It is only flesh, as far as I know, that can weep, and laugh and love and hate. Until machines can do that, creativity belongs to us and us alone.
But maybe by and by something else will emerge when we fuse the organic and the inorganic. What does one write when one is part man/part machine? I guess I am off topic and rambling here. But these are the issues and questions that arose from reading your piece. I guess I will have to leave it here and hope posterity will reveal the things we do not know.