Generative Poetry

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sun sound is no longer

 

brightness,

than antennas playing

 

echo?

 

 

 

 

 

Time again grows

flickering as the signal

like a voice breaker id

known

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

and all I see is years in

 

the glass

 

trapped

 

in the face of a prophet's

 

concrete

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A SOFTWARE OF GOLD

 

DEEPER

 

USING CARS

 

INHABITED

 

BY THOUGHTS

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A COMPANY OF OZONE

 

SIMPLY STATING

 

USING LAKE

 

INHABITED

 

BY EXPRESSION

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A SOUND OF SILK

IN THE CLOSET

 

USING FAN

 

INHABITED BY CALM