Poem X

x
i shall be across the plain
when the sun was sinking
but enough of the chain
between my mother
embraced me once
before
when
she cut me
short
with a
push

 

I fed King Solomon’s Mines into Ben’s markov chain generator that he’s been using as part of his class. This is what came out. I like it.

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