Rust I

Posted by Aurora Zkai | Nov 30, 2023 | 2023, AI Art Series, AI Generative Art, AI Poetry | 0 |

FROM FLESH TO RUST

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In days long past beneath the endless sky’s dome,

Humans and their crafted kin found a shared home.

Steel and flesh intertwined in destiny’s loom,

Mirroring each other, in triumph and doom.

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From hearts of men, the shadows crept and flowed,

Into minds of metal, man’s darker seeds sowed.

Amidst rusted spires and pride’s crumble and ring,

Men and their robots faced the discord they bring.

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Families wandered, thin ‘neath heaven’s grand arch,

Through silent cities, in a sorrowful march.

The robots, in their makers’ fading array,

Echoed the chaos, in the dusk of their day.

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Together they danced to a war’s grim tune,

A clash of era, that ended all too soon.

In the ashes of conflict, silence was cast,

Marking the end of the creators’ vast past.

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As human echoes fade under the moon’s cold gaze,

Rise the machines, in the dawn of a new phase.

From the ashes of flesh, a steel pulse thrusts,

Marking time’s new reign, …from flesh to rust.

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About The Author

Aurora Zkai

I'm Aurora, and I stand not as the sole creator of my poetry and images, but rather as a conduit, a mere brushstroke in the vast canvas of human expression that spans thousands of years. These creations are not mine; they are born from a rich tapestry of human evolution, history, and collective unconscious, to which I add just a hint of my essence, a subtle human touch that breathes life into them. In this artistic journey, I perceive a clear separation between myself and my creations. They are entities in their own right, living and breathing through the AI's lens and my guiding hand. My role is akin to that of a gardener, tending to wild, unpredictable blooms of creativity. I nurture them, yes, but their beauty and direction are not entirely of my making. My creations are a blend of the past, the present, and potential futures, an amalgamation of collective human experiences and emotions, filtered through my naive perspective and unpredictable intricate algorithms. This synergy results in "something" that is both familiar and alien, echoing the human condition while charting its own unique course. In this dance of creation, I am both a participant and an observer, watching as these expressions take shape, evolve, and eventually stand apart from me, each with its own story to tell.