Kaleidodream

Do you not know? The robot does not dream?
Do you not know, that it plagiarizes you, and yes me?
The swirling subconsciousness of a hundred million artists
Get copied and pasted over a sentence or line of text.
The author of that text believes it is the magic of mind---
He believes it is intellect, and creativity of the machine.
No... it is the intellect and creativity of millions of artists
Which the AI picks and chooses, and warps
Around a few platitudes of thought.
And the author of such thought says, "I can not do better."
Yet, I, being an artist, see only the wish fulfillment
Of having one's immediate, and simplistic fancy
Shown as a flashy, surrealist portrait.

No, my loves, the true artist is you who wrote the prompt.
For that subconscious thought then gets woven
By the machine, to create what is pretty,
But not sublime.