From a series of poems that I’ve cowritten with Google’s OpenAI GPT-2 language model. My words are bolded.
Canopy
On the day of my birth.
This battle in vain is now over.
This long night shall be recalled.
This agitation out of East & West
Rejoices the Sons of Horus.
Some obscurity still lingers on the hour.
For the days are passing with great rapidity
For those Men who aspire for the sky
Praise the aged Adept Ra.
Drifting in the Western time;
Drifting in the Western time
It is as though the skies had opened.
The Blind are not troubled by their images,
Or by their dreams, their visions.
So look on these endless and advancing days
As a mountain that moves in the clear blue sky