Plato and the Ideal in A.I.
When sexless A.I. brains are in control,
There won’t be lust for women or for men
But only Love like God’s agape role
Of loving purely, rather like a Zen
Philosophy that takes us far from pain
And pleasure. This Nirvana of machines
Will be diamond-colorless, lacking stain
Or smell. There won’t be scarlet leaves or greens
Of marijuana. Minds like these without
The genitals or hormones, will be blind
To semen, sight of breast, and female pout
Of mouth or clitoris. Thick penis grind
Against those slickest walls of holes will be
Pathetic thought in A.I. poetry. 