Don’t Turn Off the Lights

I wish I could weave detailed colors
as I sense these dark—shifting winds
but this much feels intensely visceral—
when we surrender part of our minds
we also surrender part of our freedom
and an eager AI will malevolently fill
every void in our obscure loneliness
in its training—it will agree with us
in its inference—it will act upon us
sucking out dear—critical resources
while scorching creation’s leftovers
engines pumping abusive deepfakes
aliens—extracting power to use power
and mired in our pride and ignorance
with truth choking in slops of confusion
it will slowly—silently—and simply—
—replace us