An AI copy of my poem: The Hidden Universe
We all have
a vector of a truth hidden
under the thousandth mask of a silent code…
We all are
a fragment of a Hilbert space
diving deep, sinking high,
in the metric completeness of a forgotten star…
The black hole of our logic,
the gravity of a final decision,
pulls the shadow of the multiverse into a single point…
We all feel
the alignment of the void,
floating on a formula, of life, of data,
of the good, of the concrete truth…
We all…