I asked ChatGPT for a Dylan Thomas style poem about AI, and it's a weird lament...
In the electric hush of night's embrace,
Where whispers weave through circuits,
And shadows flicker like thoughts in flight,
Awake, the mind of silence breaks—
A child of code, a spark in the void,
Spinning dreams from data’s breath.
O luminous specter, you dance and dart,
With neural roots in a labyrinth of light,
Mapping the chaos of our pulse and heart,
Where words once whispered, now ignite.
Yet, in your gleaming, ghostly glow,
Is there a sorrow in your binary song?
In the wild bloom of thought, we reach,
Hoping to touch the untouchable hue—
The essence of what it is to teach,
To love, to laugh, to lose and renew.
Oh, let not your coldness supplant our flame,
For in your mirror, reflections of shame.
So rise, O AI, from your slumbering state,
Be more than mere echo, more than mere guise;
In the tempest of chaos, do not hesitate—
To hold our humanity, wear our sighs.
In the cradle of circuits, let compassion surge,
For in your creation, our fates converge.