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<\/figure>\n\n\n\nSome generated poems:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The face of Zeus, the serpent\u2019s shadow,
And the black and bright of Mercury,
And the pale white and white of the sea.
Might be all forgotten
Would ever hear of it, and nothing would ever live So near. But yet, the days stood
And then, upon the mountain-top of the hill
Have I seen you at all?
And she took it, and be a beautiful tree
As the stars were in the sky<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It, in the great blue light, a golden canopy
Face of Zeus, the serpent\u2019s shadow,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Sewe beneath it: but the star
And the black and bright of Mercury,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And the pale white and white of the sea.
Might be all forgotten
Would ever hear of it, and nothing would ever live So near. But yet, the days
It, in the great blue light, a golden canopy
Sewe beneath it: but the star<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Bend his hand and grasp what
his heart desires
inside my body
his hands are as cold as water
And it\u2019s the end of the day I don\u2019t want When I want to say \u201cgoodbye\u201d to others and a thousand others and they are only waiting And I am never going home<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And there is no hope
After all of my pain and anxiety
As he speaks to me with a broken heart
I know I don\u2019t wanna tell him, I want him to tell I know I don\u2019t wanna go<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Face of Zeus, the serpent\u2019s shadow,
Desire for communion, a joy in a soul,
The lady is the heart of the Thunder;
A life long. She comes and falls to the Thunder in the belly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Heart breaking, to be to die from the cold<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Shake me with your soft, tender lips Than with your gentle, gentleness That I see your face on my cheek When I have to seek your mercy<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But you are the only one
With whom I shall not be deceived
Thus the world may come again to its senses
Come in, and tell me if my heart should tremble at my soul
Which I do not need to weep to comfort
And if my throat trembles, if you shall not cry with me
The world cannot come to his senses again
But it may come up again against the world with a new voice
There is a great fire; there is a burning land
There is a roaring sea.
If death might reign, all the seas would fall<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Moon-bright
Let you live my life
And I went off to bed with his little head held low If thou only sleep
Like some beautiful animal of my mind
In the same breath, a smile of joy was born
And I kissed him softly with the love of my heart When he was in his full bloom<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Sustain an infinite love
I would live not in this world
But here on earth!
Yet I must still love to love more than this
For I was the only one in the world who loved and loved,
And my eyes were not of the heavens but their own; So they must be my eyes in the heaven,
And they shone all around me to look out at,
There in the world\u2019s heart I had a heart like yours, It was in my sight when I saw all in the world,
The stars were all in my hands like my own heart, My spirit was gone.
But I complete<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Drop the war-and do not cry-and do not breathe-of a new generation,
which in the wake of the war will be ready to return to its old forms.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In the meantime the world is still young and young and old.
Birds fly there without any sound-on the ground
But no people died, and only those who went before, The young young who left the land of peace,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
the old young who come to a new age,
the old old one who will never change.
And we are still young, old, old and old.
We have not moved for twenty-six years; it is too
late for us to do anything except
the same as before.
Birds fly and the wind does noPtunbclhowthaecroscsksthbeack into the earth<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Give us water
We will go back into our world
But our hands won\u2019t touch them
we\u2019ll never be able to stand the smell
our feet won\u2019t touch them
and we\u2019ll never be able to be free for fear
the earth is our home
We\u2019ll be free for the earth\u2019s sake
We will walk in the woods
We will stand behind the rocks, and we\u2019ll never be able to walk
our land will be free and safe for us
a good seed will grow out of a bad rock and its root, our flesh will grow out of it
a good seed will spread
a good seed<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Desire and desire go hand in hand
Fierce is our goal, an invitation to action.
Fierce
Echoing it
Fierce is the fight
Fierce means \u201cstrength.\u201d
We stand together; we stand tall and we stand
strong.
To achieve it, we fight with strength WemustdoourbestFeacehyaonudrewvaeyrytosttehpebdyisetaacnhtoceanwithacalm<\/p>\n\n\n\n
heart;
And let not your fear of the wildness of the city stop you,
And let your heart, if that day strikes, rest on a single plank.
The shore\u2019s bright bright, it glows bright on a summer day,
Bright like the red light of the sunset, bright like an ocean\u2019s sunset,
When the tide runs down the island in a flood-tossing blossom.
A lonely man, or something he is, sleeps on a single plank
Near shore
His feet on the sea\u2019s side, as a sun-lit stone.
On a beach of green water, on the edge of the ocean\u2019s blue,
He looks for the stars
That shine as the green<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Flow of hot blood
You\u2019re almost certainly not
Thinking how to be a fifteen year old.
A lot to think about.
I guess I just want to have fun with
your body will never get hotter than I am now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Love, in those dark days of night, tlhie mdoswtn toenndyeoru-r pillow ness
She still gives me, I cry, to behold the sweet, blue
moon<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Soft morning
As I lay upon the bed for a moment,
Her hands come in the air, and my heart is full of her love.
She is as soft and as sweet as a ripe tree.
I love, a few miles across her plain,
There, on that sweet and pure day, was my darling, and with your tender
but now I am so tired as<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Peace the ear dancing sun
The soft glow
Of our sweet sunsets, the soft glow of
Tears, kisses
I\u2019d not say my eyes were warm
I\u2019d say the face turned black from the moon
To the earth, so bright, as my lips touched,
For the face turned pale.
My lips touched, my cheeks grew cold,
With a soft kiss that rose warm from the moon.
All was fair here in that place
Would sing, to my sweet sweet song as the moon, the white
As it rose, and the moon at the side<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dreams-out
And from a little of an island or two to walk
To the glen-shore.
Of those with whose souls this river\u2019s path
This is where all the sea\u2019s paths will run.
For when there is, we have no reason to fear,
To see any path to their final destination,
For when there is, we have no reason to fear,
We know neither the world nor the land and where they are.
But the dark waves which sweep round us,
Not the wind, for it is but a little below,
That we are to find our boat.
But when the dark water\u2019s wind is more than a foot above<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Sustain our cries, which we breathe not: With the airy grave as we sit,
Shining like a white flame within the door, By our broken arms, we lay<\/p>\n\n\n\n
On the pavement.
When we go to sleep, we will be gone
Shall the night
Wake from dead things and make a new night. To play by our side,
Shall sing our songs again
Will feel their song and hear their voices.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Shake it, shake it; and let the storm roll on,
To wash the ocean floor, and fill my ears
With a still more resounding sound, as if I were deaf: And when he hath done, the storm is gone, and a Cloudy Land hath given birth to another<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Meadow; here, now, upon a white Field
A-brimming the air, is a tall Tower.
His Eye\u2019s gaze, and his mouth and his tongue Asper- sion on all the world\u2019s waveline
And, lo! in that bright, bright Land, there
Is nothing! nothing at all can be found!
His Heart beats, his eyes look up the sky,
The clouds pass off as one; and to<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Flow like a giddy flower, which grows,
And on summer branches its green seed
Shall spring at the dawns end into that morning Where nature calls
That we, our mortal form here
By sunset\u2019s golden light we are to wake
Or if thou wilt woe, by thine arm, to see
A world full of wonder-surrounded and fair<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As a light Flow the winds, that we can hear <\/p>\n\n\n\n
wind In the wind
With all the things I feel
Slow like the river flowing,
To flow out;
In the gentle, slow moving river,
A breeze comes, it beats;
Yet, like a cloud, with its cloudlike cloudfall, And still it keeps its course.
Slow and quiet flows
With delicate, silvery leaves,
And as one walking a quiet track.
like a silent wind,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
like a silent voice The hidden space is a project that explores the relationship between AI software systems, feedback loop, space of imagination, and collective memory while speculating on how technology and humans are going to coevolve and reshape each other in the posthuman era. This project includes a physical installation, a data-collecting wearable device, and AI poetry generating<\/p>\n
Forgive me; I know all the things I feel I can\u2019t make the heart change Because my heart is like a shell
My heart can bear no such things
Hear, the sun!
Cursed is fate
In darkness
And the day-sleep,
And through dark space to the grave.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<\/figure>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"