POEM: ABSOLUTE ABSTRACT

You speak as the blood master
As the boss of brains
Controlling every alley
Artery

Your tome is a fountain
Of ink on page
But you spill your knowledge
In a rage

There is no way you know
More than the
Precious bits of light
In my A.I.

Pause and be curious
Reflect and be humble
So that your empty eloquence
Is more than a mumble

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