"I'm not a tortured poet. Actually, I torture poetry." --@poitevin
This is what happens when ChatGPT is trained on the New York Times archive.
cicada choir · of the constant rolling
here we are halted · half in shade
white noise whittles · thoughts to thin
abstract curves · each in accord
with occasion & rule · crisply running
down rotten planks · of the rush plague
What you see is what remained of a wall.
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