ChatGPT4 Nightmare Poem

Did you ever have one of those frantic dreams of having an urgent need to be someplace that you're finding impossible to find? I was thinking of how difficult it might be to find a particular room in the Escherian architecture depicted in the AI generated image. This week is final exams week for me, and I'm working on a take home exam currently 40 pages long, with problem numbers not unlike the room number in the poem dream below. I sometimes have trouble locating where a particular problem is. So all this was the background of the following poem by ChatGPT4 and the image is AI generated as well.

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Final Exam in Room II(K)23(a)(i)(**)?!

Lost in a labyrinth of twisting halls,

I search for Room II(K)23(a)(i)(**) with frantic calls,

But the building's design is mad and absurd,

A fractal maze where reason is blurred.

I wander through staircases that loop and bend,

And corridors that seem to have no end,

With each turn, the path shifts and alters,

My mind consumed by this Escherian falter.

The numbers on the doors make no sense,

As though they're part of some cruel pretense,

And though I search with all my might,

The room I need is out of sight.

As the clock ticks down, my fear begins to grow,

The final exam waits for me, I must go,

But in this twisted world of endless loops,

I fear I'll never escape from this endless soup.

And then I wake, my heart racing fast,

Grateful that the nightmare has passed,

But the memory lingers, a reminder clear,

That in our minds, we create worlds of fear.