What do the Earth and her creatures know
which we do not know?
Are our hopes too high, too soon
even as the green grass grows
and trees unfurl leaves
that shelter all from heat and sun?
The squirrels still seldom leave their nests.
The rabbits yet burrow beneath the shed.
The disquiet of too quiet daybreak
without birdsong warbling to wake
all the creatures eager to begin
days of freedom without and within.
Why do the creatures continue to hide
in shelters away from prying eyes?
Where are the bees
as the flowers bud and bloom?
Why such a quiet garden devoid of all sound?
Is it too soon to expect, Earth’s creatures
and I, our freedom to rebound?
Or, should we find our peace
by staying underground?
In the silence, I walk carrying dreams
instead of shutting them down in dawn’s light.
Dreams cannot stay hidden by night
after the sun reappears in the sky.
Earth and its creatures may stay hidden;
but not my dreams of Spring. Not I, not I.
I move through the garden,
my eyes searching wide
for other creatures, unwilling to hide.
AT NOT AI
Artificial intelligence is askew.
It mispronounces names when I try to make a phone call.
I Then must make the same error to chat-up a friend,
or order a pizza or a ride.
It misspells words as I write. No text, no essay, no poem
is safe from un-related words and ideas.
Every few moments I must review or a single word
shifts all those which follow until I forget
where my thoughts were headed,
or as AI just told me my thoughts were “ceded.”
AI has ceded my thoughts to its own.
This is artificial thought- AT; not intelligent at all.
Ads pop-up to block the knowledge I would glean
from newspapers journalling the news.
Scrolling down only un-leashes new ads to view.
To reach family, friends or businesses by phone
I must mispronounce and match AI errors to get through.
AI is training me. I am not training it; or as it states
I am “trailing” it. I trail behind my own ideas and actions
to allow AI to proceed to guide me I know not where.
I soon become unaware of my own brain.
My own thoughts become lost and I, unaware.
I am betrayed in ways I cannot accept.
We underestimate the power of our minds
to override the fault lines of our brains.
AI is not artificial intelligence.
It is artificial thought.
It is a thinking process like a brain.
It is artificial thought or AT.
Like all thoughts within our brain,
our mind knows thoughts must be constrained.
Our minds modulate and regulate our thoughts.
Propriety is the hallmark of sound thought,
the peacemaker and moderator
of any civilized society.
We must correct the nomenclature of AI
and call it AT in order to keep it in its rightful place,
under our control, protecting our community.
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