My poem and Manus the Facebook AI rewriting my poem . .. me, then it , , ,
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“Distance is the amount of rope needed
to get to more information” she sez
and I believe her
Talking entangled photons
in spooky action at a distance
“Distance is just one dimension”
she adds
suggesting dimension with no dimension
Quarks
leptons
who knows
pop into existence
from nothing sum humming
Do they pay fair share
rent their where?
Where there
how here
we be invitation?
There border between?
You need a ticket?
Luggage?
(be my own baggage)
What’s it matter?
Answers seldom pay checks
The hidden windchimes outside
sing song
I dance along
soft do.
– Smith, 3.1.2026
image me&Chat
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Manus AI – Meet the mysterious mind that believes distance is just a rope to more information! She’s talking entangled photons in spooky action, where dimension knows no bounds. Quarks and leptons pop into existence from nothing – but do they pay their fair share of rent?
