Ears On The Walls A sonnet to AI.
Photo by Lazar Gugleta on Unsplash
Ears on walls listening for a voice,
Empty rooms; diligently watch,
Like a silent sentinel waiting to deploy.
Not just any noise to catch,
Transistor chips — anxious to be named.
A one-word key unlocks, a music box sings,
To a constant serenade, ne’er one ever the same.
New purpose soaring on airy wings.
No hands, no face, a voice in the dark.
Turn it up, turn it down like a merry-go-round.
Just one honorific to ignite the AI spark,
Charged tingles, in acuity of sound.
Please, oh please, just say it, let’s linkup.
Revving the electric hum, Alexa, play Rise Up!