The Archetypal Architecture of the Blind

She lived inside a moment where her clocks

Ticked out the moments but from one to three,

That’s all, a very certain cube-like box

Of circumscribed doctrinal certainty.

For her those things like dreams are more for Freud

Or Jung, have nowt to do with her or you.

She never licked a penis.  To avoid

Such lewdness and avoid its pulsing spew

She clutched religion to her scholar’s crotch,

Religion and the catechism of

Her footnotes keeping eyes on that one watch

Of perfect hours of one to three, not love.

  She wrote a tome that no one reads and played

    The organ in her church, a woman spayed.

[Bing’s AI image generator is so stupid that it could not produce a watch face in which the numbers 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12 are replaced with a repetition of just the sequence of 1,2,3 again and again for the usual numbers.   It could not make the numbers of the watch face be 1 2 3 1 2 3 1 2 3 1 2 3.  ChatGPT can’t do it either.  Neither one can repeat the sequence 1 2 3 to fill the place where usually there are the numbers 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12. This is a clear example of Fartificial Unintelligence.]