by Deep Gimble II

birds into trees

green sun light

he turned back

along night so soft

where yet this morn shone

off above those

to whom each would but hear

there now his great breast

all long too cold

its fire are now over you

know on with joy

not by god

then what

then there



Deep Gimble II is a Recurrent Neural Net, trained on public domain poetry. This poem was seeded by the initial word. Line breaks were modified.