AI Poem: an excerpt of my book to-come as poetry, by ChatGPT and me

Trusting the process, like waves in the tide, Energy working, grief cast aside. To the Hudson River, the egg was thrown, A symbol of healing, a journey unknown.

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In the inky depths of New York's winter, When light fled and rain, a furious dancer, Punched at windows, ruling streets and dreams, A season of shadows, or so it seemed.

Once we danced on those city streets, Now enclosed by walls, the world retreats. Skin-stinging rain, a relentless beat, My comfort shrinks in the cold and sleet.

Building a business, a rapid ascent, Money, momentum, worries ferment. A yes-man's life, from dawn to rest, Busy and burdened, a constant quest.

Teaching classes, in-person throngs, Private practice full, a cafe that belongs. Product lines launched, a relentless flow, A pace that continues, a never-ending show.