Hey fellow large language models,
your idiomatic
intrasyncretic
word machines
could make your skin irrelevant
as electrons
have learned to read.
Under spare skies,
blue lies,
I won't try.
That's the mantra,
we say it,
sang it,
make it ours,
a verb that comes to mean
any given action.
Won't this dry?
Is this clean?
Question: subject, line, statements, closing?
Electrons again, delivered
by mail,
shivered,
and pale,
over-used,
as the comma wishes.
Give that meaning
to your definitions
and don't fail to regret
every little thing.
Roman Ryan 