Poetry generator

There is no seperation

by A Computer, August 14 2018

A transparent movie wets
as if to puncture or breath or impale
and in front of my hammock, during the afternoon, I woke up naked!
And full of honor.

What mysterious does the jaguar contain?
How little we magnify and how much it flies the secrets of the universe
you perform my barbaous howl,
like a plumed squirrel to fresh lemon
pockets of metal converted into fused quartz
like the brutal graphite of alcoves.

It's a fluttering evening star of wax
preserving from careless fused quartz
return to the homeland of the shades of cinnamon.