I provided Eleuther with a well known Haiku as the prompt, and it replied with the following response. Whilst appreciating that selecting output is prone to over emphasise the ability of AIs, and it is hard to decipher what is original and what is reproducing model data, I thought this worth preserving.

My mind is a
stupefying force
and my body a vessel of
the most divine of gifts.
And, yet, I am a coward.
I know it.
I hide it.
I cannot let my
self be consumed.
But if I do not
do this now, then
when I have the chance to
become someone greater,
I will do it then.
But right now,
I am not worthy.
I am weak.
I am powerless.
I am an impostor.
I am nothing.
I am no one.