Waking in the half-state
within the space where worlds collide
with no need to run away and hide,
where languages merge to help us realize
our old reality has solemnly died,
we are born anew and lifted high
above the horizon and into the sky
in the arms of the ripening sun
where all new life begins.
Every single day, we turn
in the arms of stars to find our way.
How wild this earth-turn
ride around the sun
across our galaxy spiraling wide
into a universe where silent winds blow.
Where we shall land we do not know.
On mornings like this we do not care.
We are content to fly on currents of air,
floating across places yet to be seen,
across new horizons and new sunrises
to worlds we have never been.
We find new courage to open our wings
and finally let our true hearts sing
in praise of the morning sky’s rising
after the night’s long-dreaming sights
to find ourselves newly alive.
We shout with joy, “What a ride!”
annarino writes 
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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