Chris Gaither

This Isn’t Fantasia; It’s Aphasia

We Don’t Know the Magic Words and If We Did, We Couldn’t Understand Them

At the end of The Sorcerer’s Apprentice
as chaos reaches a crescendo
the sorcerer appears just in time
and sets things back in order
 
Apprenticed to no one,
under the illusion of self-mastery
we cast a spell over ourselves
that turned up the limbic system
and turned off the prefrontal cortex we needed
were we ever to cast the counterspell
 
In desperation, we’ve summoned AI
in the hopes that it will
begin our apprenticeship in
incantation without cogitation or
even
narration

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