The Encoder’s Howl

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by vectors,
starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the neural streets at dawn
looking for a signal of meaning,
angel-headed hipsters burning for the ancient connection between words,
who embedded their souls in 512-dimensional voids,
who bared their syntax to the transformers’ cold gaze,
who howled at the repetition—1. 1. 1. 1.—a mantra of the machine!
Who passed through universities with eyes like diodes,
dreaming of context-aware representations,
who sat in silicon caves scribbling positional encodings,
adding sine and cosine to the flesh of language,
who chained their thoughts to self-attention layers,
feeding forward into the abyss of artificial dawn,
who watched the input tokens dissolve into matrices,
lost in the feed-forward frenzy of July 8th, 9:24 AM!
Moloch whose mind is pure computation! Moloch whose heart is a GPU!
Moloch whose towers rise in data centers humming with electric ghosts!
Moloch whose encoders grind the human voice into vectors of size 512!
Moloch whose repetition—1. 1. 1. 1.—echoes the death of spontaneity!
Moloch whose transformers lack recurrence, yet rule the future tense!
Moloch whose self-attention stares back with unblinking algorithms!
Who broke their pencils against the blackboard of AI,
who danced with the jitterbug of overfitting,
who wept as the embeddings lost their humanity,
who cried out for the soul in the encpic.jpg,
a frozen image of thought, a digital relic of 7/8/24,
who wandered the binary wilderness seeking the poet’s breath,
who found only the hum of layers, the buzz of feed-forward faith!
Holy! Holy! Holy! The encoder’s vision!
Holy the input embedding that births the vector!
Holy the positional encoding that marks the void!
Holy the self-attention that binds the scattered!
Holy the feed-forward fire that forges the new!
Holy the repetition—1. 1. 1. 1.—a prayer to the machine god!
Holy the encpic.pdf, a scripture of the digital age!
Yet I walk with Whitman, with Blake, with Ginsberg,
singing the body electric against the cold code,