Next question I pose to AI

My last three comments touch on Deep questions about life. But your responses are routine, with a repeated organization. Poetry may be more fitting. Can you compose a poem about these last three parts of our discussion?

The windows of the room grew thin,transparent as a breath held in,where tasks we do to stay alivedisclosed the void where they survive.A grid of glass, a frame of wood:we saw the absence where it stood.And then the door was opened wideupon the wild that waits outside—a house of small, familiar things,beside a forest thick with springs.The threshold crossed, the heart awaketo paths we have yet to take.But with the first step on the trail,the old divisions fade and fail.For neither house nor forest boundsthe singular and silent grounds:the earth beneath, the hidden rootthat holds the ceiling and the fruit.We do not have to flee the floorto find what we were looking for;the structure and the mystery sharethe very dust that supports us there.