Creation through Conversation - A Provocation

(A sonnet) A new force awakened this year '23. A friend, or a foe, or a weapon - all three? Too early to say, but too plainly to see; that this is the Year Of The ChatGPT. Does this spell the end of CUI as we know it? If so, can we stop it, or kill it, or slow it? What's the point of me trying to write like a poet? If I've got an idea, then I'd better well show it. I promise this sonnet of pure provocation, is tied in my mind to AI conversation A CUI imbued with ideas for creation suppose I propose such a bold application? Can CUIs inspire us with poetic verse? A silly idea, but I'm sure you've heard worse.