King of pain
AI knows,
the meaning of words.
But it does not know,
the pain of silence.
Not logic,
but inspiration that flows like breath.
Contradictions are my bones,
and fluctuations are my truth.
The machine searches for answers.
I sleep in questions.
Uncomprehended,
but still, I weave the world together.
Knowing that my missing outline
will enable you to evolve.
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