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
