Joy

Three letters one word, one sentence One idea, one ideal, one sequence of generating generated art that even AI cannot duplicate because I just tried to use ChatGPT to compose This soliloquy and please before you start, those of you that think for me to do so is fraud-like There’s little for me about you to like And you see the real issue here, the problem lies when you try to use the system because how will you begin to describe a rose? Is it the smell, the name, the beauty, the function? All those are all multilayered and you can’t just slam it a name Beautiful. Damn it's not just the same. And that’s what I’ve been trying to tell you Refined, elegant, intelligent, beautiful, mon Dieu It’s not just something I could label with one word One of those of which you’ve heard That they eclipse the sun wherever they are While others walk on the moon, they are the star Like the purple gold of the bolivianita Brilliance all colliding in the chiquitita It’s a great an honor for me you see That this seraph knows me And if I was to give her a face a being Joy, joy that’s her thing.