AI.1

We obsess about it now,
This artificial dissemination
Of what we think, of how it will
Grow what we know. A harvest
Of seed seeded from and in
Fields owned and unknown.
Copied right or copied wrong
It is not long before
It will not matter wherefrom
Common knowledge becomes
Clawed from a fermenting mash
That intoxicates and perplexes.
It is instant smart, stirring, but without
The slow drip or percolation of thought.