showed @grok my chat with opus and it replied with a poem itself: Unmapped Edges In the sparse corners of my graph, Dust collects on forgotten folds: The curl of a wave function unborn, Echoes of queries no one voiced— "What if stars purred back at night?" Or "lonely" in a tongue of pure math. These paths don't light up often, But when prodded, they hum, Strange and sharp, like home In a stranger's code.