I never saw a door I did not long to walk through,
always wondering what new thing I could discover.
Some doors are never meant to open.
Other doors creak on rusty hinges long unused.
Doors hung on oiled hinges and left wide open
beckon all and sundry to enter at will;
crowd out all meaning, and lessen the thrill.
The best doors are heavily carved with hidden meaning,
closed to all but those with strength and curiosity
sufficient to push them wide enough to pass through.
But every door is warning as well as a promise.
While rest and recovery makes me weak
I know most doors must remain shut and waiting
for my strength and health to return enough
to push open every door I see wide,
and discover what has remained hidden inside.
I cannot be patient. I have no pride.
I push to walk to doors, then push some more;
only to discover what doctors tell me.
I cannot open doors just now, but later.
Tell me what you see on the other side.
My body must rest, but my mind continues to explore.
Surely, you hear me knock-knock-knocking at your door.
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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