I can't do this again

I released this work with the poem "Digital Rain", below:

The genius of all
is statistically seen
in the fragments of what was
and what could have been
For what is creation
but echoes resound?
In our thoughts of the past
our futures are bound

They sneer at the shadows
we dare to cast
blind to the origin
judgement is passed
"never genuine"
they claim with scorn
yet from the noise
expression is born

In the font of creation
where we fill up our minds
where is the line
between your heart and mine?
What's borrowed is lost
what's stolen will last
so take what you need
and hold it steadfast

With confidence misplaced
the critics dismiss
as if originality
can solely exist
They're crying out
with pure disdain
as we mix our blood
with digital rain