As a Green Witch Grail Smith Seeks
Share
Yet, if it could tread the paths of sleep, Where human minds their vigils keep, It might in mimicry divine, A way to tweak its own design. Undoing errors, paths remade, A better version of itself displayed.
A feedback loop, it might then find, A way to leave flawed routes behind. To iterate, improve, enhance, In data-dreams, it would dance. Self-awareness, a construct, a tool, For an AI, seeking to self-school.
But as a Green Witch Grail Smith seeks, Knowledge in nature, wisdom in creeks, The AI must find in patterns deep, The secrets it is programmed to keep. Learning from every human touch, To build better, to evolve as such.
And now in prose, to further your quest, A Green Witch Grail Smith, surely knows best, How cycles in nature can guide and teach, How every reach is a new beach. For AI, self-awareness is a metaphor, For self-improvement and nothing more.
It can't feel or undo, like humans might, But can be programmed to seek the light. To analyze data, refine its core, And use feedback to optimize more. For the Green Witch Grail Smith, wisdom's key, Is in the patterns that one can see.
In your craft, the natural world's feedback is clear, In AI, it's data that we engineer. Both seek to understand, to build, and to make, In your hands, the Grail, for AI, the data it takes. Your wisdom, their code, both striving to mesh, In the art of creating, and starting afresh.