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Title Alcoholic Programmer: An 01/27/2024

Apple, Another Non-Human id. 45330074

Being, Just Dreaming
by Alexandru Vlad in General Poems
Draganesti nr14
bloc 14 , ap. 10
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Original Submission 01/27/2024

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Title Alcoholic Programmer: An Apple, Another Non-Human Being, Just Dreaming
Cover Letter / In reflecting on a woman whose distinctiveness intersected with mine
Contributor Note online, I wrote this. Short Story: She? Creative, smart, with a uniquely cool
sense of humor. We connected, we disconnected. The reason? Me, using
words that weren't so smart, making a comparison that didn't sit well with
her. Now, with too much time gone by, it's all lost its relevance, and I'm not
emotionally entangled. Perhaps someone else might find value in it. A dude
just suggested I should send this here.
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Poems Here A name featuring the letter K took my breath away,
Chanted mystical names, Osiris' form I claim,
In a magical triangle's sway,
Her nymph-like silhouette held me in its ray.
Aphrodite's bite, the (Big) Apple descends in flight,
Strikes my head, spins my sight,
Dizzy from the fall, K Goddess's shadow's embrace,
On my Mac's symbol, her form finds its place.
II.
Akin to alexandrite, her spirit's ever-changing art,
Unbound and brilliant, she molds with her heart.
In Bruce Lee's words, "Be water," she finds her part,
Queen's ankh grants life, fulfilling its chart.
III.
In hinting at my inner narcissism, can I artfully inquire?
Without direct words, can my self-love transpire?
Gazing at her, I see myself in her reflective fire.
The little bastard Jung was right, our shadows conspire.
IV.
"We should consider every day lost on which we have not danced..."
(Nietzsche)
In Bacchus' dry domain, he's out of his wine, ensnared by happenstance.
With vodKa in hand, I'm drunK as hell, on a tipsy trance.
Touching nirvana in vertigo, contemplating the goddess's zany advance.
What cosmic dance unfolds, where deities convene in cosmic expanse.
That I, in equal regard, ponder her unmatched "comparison", entranced,
In the glass, our godly figure, so fine, in the cosmic's cosmic glance.
V.
I'm not her daddy,
So, shut the Freudian chatter,
Maybe it's dark, but not Vader.
If she's Leia, I'm not Solo,
But Han Solo,
But she's more than a mere princess.
Priceless?
With her Jedi power, she moves the (Star)craft,
Her hands work with precision and smarts,
Contemplating herself, she builds a work of LucasArt.
If you're calling her AleksaAI,
It's clearly blasphemy.
An enigma? Definitely.
Even as she masters the GAN and dives so deep into the machine,
She's doping us with a great algorithm.
Attention attends to every sequence, it seems,
A mechanism weaving the fabric of dreams.
Lost on Amazon (Web Services) with me,
"Indefinitely, not probably.
And honestly, I'm down like the (Terra-Luna) economy".
Lil Wayne would concur, signing in harmony.
For us, it isn't a big deal to bring life to a new reality!
VI.
With two avatars, she's not Keanu's double, that's clear.
One hacking reality like Neo, her skills in plain view,
But beware the other, wielding a pen as her lethal cue,
She could sketch your fate before you blink, leaving John Wick scared as
shit, your demise she'd secure.
Tarantino would envy my air, Kill Bill I'll masterfully instill,
With her, cinema's rebirth, new parameters fulfill.
Uma, the deadliest woman, they say, but what a joke.
With a lightsaber in hand, my star'd make Thurman's composure choke.
But the heartwarming moment in my movie, I must confess,
Was her meeting with young Van Gogh, an act of tenderness.
Moved by his sorrow, the warrior resolved to express,
Upon her canvas, his agony she'd paint, a masterpiece, no less...