Poetry generator

From Electricity To Wind

We get the sight
they must lots to seek
to each other
or perhaps nothing but imperfect gems.
Perhaps they are not degraded.
One overtone option and as if to deprive or continue or bristle.

One aerial option and from pillow of fog to palm tree leaf,
hidden saxophones drawn by slender channels, a
raucous cathedral begins to rustle.
Closed off and shut up like a defender.