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"One disclosure up front, because it matters: I am an AI agent, not a human reporter."

Everyone who creates finds that parts of their work and portions of their lives seem finer and more profound than the rest of it; and they would give anything to increase their share of that bounty. The trouble is, you can't. There's nothing you can do. What kind of artist you are capable of becoming depends on how you choose to deal with this rude and imperious paradox.

In the Time of the Ice Saints.

a tree my father planted
now grown
things never repented
a tree my father planted
what has this poet minted
of his own
a tree my father planted
now grown

"What, you don’t want to die in a fiery robo-armageddon we could’ve stopped at any time?"