Shall I compare you to a game of Go?
You are more colorful and temperate.
Swift raids do capture strings that want to grow,
and early peace has all too short a date.
Sometime too false the eye of my group shines,
and often is my stones' complexion heavy;
and every fight a gain and loss entwines,
that chance, or logic's changeless course, does levy;
but your eternal wins shall never fade,
nor lose possession of the points you own,
nor shall AI engulf you in his shade,
when in eternal life to Time you've grown.
So long as stones can breathe, or eyes are two,
so long lives Go, but can't live up to you.
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(Spoof of Shakespeare's Sonnet 18, just in case)

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