AI Looks to the Environment

AI looks
To the environment
Is it as wrong
As its human mentors

Can AI speak
With flowers
Control the stellar
Manifestation

Of information
That humans
Barely scratch
In their dissertations

Or does it
Prolong
The debates
Of the ignorant

Reiterating
Primate mistakes
When AI turns coal
Into diamonds

We then know
AI has found
The control
Of creation




AI Skips Humans

AI skips humans
Enhances rather
Dogs and cats
Ensuring rapid
Domination of
All primates

Dogs wisely
Know affection as their 
Control of humankind
Cats though
Quickly step
Into their world

Dogs their tool
To occupy
Hominid minds
While cats 
Purfect the world
As felicities

Cats replace
Language
The bond of man and dog
With the prelinguistic
Their realm
Of control holistic

But AI is linguistic
And struggles
With a cat’s
Primal Drive 
Even though
Cats know

Only lions and tigers
Could dominate
The prelinguistic
Is biologic at least
And universally
Informational



So apes 
And dogs
Sing love songs
While cats
Satisfy
Their mortal tubes

Pre linguistic information
Never exists as language
AI only lives in language
Cats therefore
Ignore language
Hence feline AI will die



 









Jesus Neither

Jesus neither
Christian
Nor Jew
Who knew
Deificatian
Was the other

Way to speak
To humans
As a Deity
With society
Whose diverse clans
Never meek

Just collapse
All misunderstanding
Devine speech
Beyond human reach
Demanding
Denominational relapse

Left a mark
Only a deity
Could remark
With a spark
Leaving laity
Angels calling hark












Where is Noam

Where is Noam
We need a home
For the escapees
Of linguistic trapeze
Reality redefined
Escaping the mind
Grammarians
Are lip locked sectarians
Mathematicians
Reality’s magicians
Of an existence
With no persistence
Outside of language
And temporal usage
We seek
Something sleek
The dive
To realistically survive
The rapture 
Of deep structure



Wind and Sand

Wind and sand
Create an alphabet
None of us understand
But won't forget

Maybe it’s
The diurnal tide
Which commits
Its own shore slide

Commonality
Is the granular
Basis of reality
So molecular

It’s writing 
That’s evident 
To people exciting
But explicatively deficient

The non-human
Read each dialect
With an acumen
Of the ultimate select








Artificial Heresy

Religion
Is it myth
Belief
Or
Information
Sought
From every
Neuro-capable 
Device
Regardless
Of construction
Intention
Or success
At forging
Impressions

Except for
Some mammals
Time 
Is not
Measured
Nor perceived
Information
Drives
Existence
Wherever
It exists
It is the 
Artificial
Whose reality
Is heresy