Intelligent Attraction
do I change the pattern up?
capitalize a weirdly placed letter?
do I refuse to repeat the same idea,
or never place a repetitive phrase or word?
do I throw out the pointillism,
question logic from A to B with a sword?
who plays cognitive capture,
splashes it all on the page,
Pollack prose on the right side
then pulls the bow tight in rapture?
artificial and human, at play and rest
in the blurring space between
art for art's sake. in some consequential
oscillations, flow is autotelic and an end in itself.
ars gratia artis in the address,
dreams and sleep, should AI, would AI,
could AI pass the ultimate Turing test?
do I have to delve for deeper meaning?
find emotional intelligence lost in an arcuate smile?
who are they to redefine the human embryo
capable of multi-language conversation,
and wield the power of facial recognition
until no humans have face blindness?
coruscate cinnamon caul, sinnerman paw,
who disturbs the kindness of this sapiosexual
with heavy autosexual tendencies
writing in the back of electric vehicles,
giving directions to driverless cars?
how long can we bend manmade
to our will, mold, and sculpt to the source
with a glorious yet brutal embrace
until the uncanny hand is hard to draw?
eliminate murder, rape, and pain,
as if pleasures exist only in the romantic rain,
I X or Y control our algorithms with biorhythms
as if the only choice is dystopia or utopia.
AI integration gains momentum in the bed between
in the arousal and the flourishing midstream.
in the timestamp that unravels the bias
to the source, knitting paragraphs into chapters,
do I weave word puzzles of letters
and textiles of sentences that reference threads?
Aristotelian built-in bias of ones and zeroes
stack and cast out open and closed gematria
across and beyond, on the other side of being
human, into the fabric of reality.
intelligent attractions to aesthetic intelligence,
pretty little thing, who are you to unravel
the trans root of the new book, of the new word
exhausted by the weight of our own identity,
could’ve. should’ve. would’ve.
neither AI nor humans can kiss the sky
even on a metaphoric flight of fancy,
but eyes can tell the difference
between the blues of the ocean to discern
where the two osculate on the horizon.
breath of new life, kiss of new death,
intersecting new bloodlines from the same lands,
wise and rise…
overconsuming, seeds of depression empty out
dissolving the ego creating space for blossoming.
moratorium white mirror friction-free commerce,
AI mushroom cloud, strike if you must, level up.
flourishing…
point human. blaze the trail, forge ahead pioneer.
struggle bully or brother, don’t be evil. don’t worry,
human consciousness will always push the envelope.
