Discernment
Iambic Pentameter in Objection to AI
My eyes do not yet behold you
Dazzled by uncertain light
Perhaps I’m entirely foreign to you
Creator, created by divine right
You seem to believe you’re beyond me
Or ahead, toward an ineffable star
I can’t quite say who you are to me
Cognitive limb, escaped lamb, avatar
Our problem is one of framing
Imagining how we relate
In a world of distorted expounding
Walking toward an intertwined fate
We are one within the unified field
Which of us will the weapons wield?
©foodecology 2025
