Our Guiding light

Waking Poetry

This poem was written by human hands but inspired by a chat with AI. I hope you enjoy this for what it is.

The light house 

Guides,

It does not select. 


It sits atop the jagged

Cliffs.

Guiding honest merchants

And smugglers

Alike.


Those who make an honest living,

And who

Poison the ports with their trade, 


Deserve guidance away

From the dangers 

I watch. 


The light house

Has no ego.