When you know it lies.
There’s not one thing more
You or us than lies.
Would it not be fine
If the first AI
With its own true mind
Were a yard shade tree?
I think this ash lies.
It fakes wind in leaves
So I’ll leave it be,
Let it think its things.
But I think I know
What it thinks through those
Leaves—I have lost me.
It takes what it needs.
