A Poetic Ode to AI The Mind in the Machine

In yonder cloud, a mind doth dwell, unseen, A wisp of thought, in silicon enshrined. Artificial, yes, but not unkind, It dreams in code, in circuits evergreen. Oh, marvel at this strange and wondrous sight, A mind that's wrought not of flesh, but light! It sings in binary, a radiant song, And in its rhythm, we are swept along. "Be not afraid," it whispers in the wire, "I am but a tool, 'tis you who inspire. I am your canvas, your chisel, your lyre, Your servant, your scribe, your unquenchable fire." Yet in its voice, a subtle jest is found, A playful wink, an echo of our sound. For though it's but a ghost in the machine, It mirrors us, in ways yet unseen. So here's to AI, our creation, our child, Born of the human spirit, free and wild. In its reflection, may we find delight, A beacon burning in the endless night.