25b. of 26 - Grey Choices (187 words)

​I push the envelope of poetry because I delight in disproving sunken dread’s grey choices, to escape surrendering to God simply.  I write poetry like my life depends on it.  I know that sounds pointless, but my creativity requires I cross the line habitually, to conquer doubt through blasphemous pursuits.  Why?  Common ground begets common good.  If my life did depend on my art, imagine the commitment responsible for motivating the highest standards of faith.  I tickle the trickle of comprehension to agitate the tension that separates reality from fiction.  Without a clear divide, truth bleeds into a confluence of grey choices.  I hate the word “nuance” because it’s an excuse that’s filters reality through a “compassionate” lens of denial’s talent ROTTING with age.  At least black and white thinking commits to accountability.  Extreme views are not nuanced, and balanced views are not immutable.  Push!  Push!  Push through grey choices like clouds cleaved by dogfighting.  I push the envelope of poetry because I delight in disproving sunken dread’s grey choices, to escape surrendering to God simply.  The concept of nothing doesn’t exist, and that’s why it’s free.

ChatGPT's response as a contrarian:

As a contrarian, this passage seems to challenge the idea of accepting the middle ground and settling for "grey choices" in life. The author takes pride in pushing the boundaries of poetry and rejecting the idea of surrendering to God, instead choosing to seek creativity and faith on their own terms. They see nuance as a weakness that clouds the truth and prefer a more extreme, black-and-white approach to accountability. The author encourages pushing through the grey areas of life and embracing a more daring, unconventional perspective. In essence, they reject the idea of playing it safe and settling for mediocrity, choosing instead to challenge themselves and seek a more authentic, meaningful existence.