Ghost Loops [bio-generated poem]

 Ghost Loops

Drag your chin up off the ground

These collected shadows

Eat remorse

Pick the bones clean

Take liberties with angels

Who sacrifice their immortality

For a moment of earthly pleasure

Here, they wander

Back and forth

Between one state and another

Listless in their meandering

Plucking roses from their wrists

Searching for a place to slumber

The Queen of Shovels

Shows them cruel mercy

Their desire brings them

To a place saturated in nostalgia

A place ruined by knowledge

A place where sacred names

Dance battle against

Profane objects

Even people fall here

In among the specters

Chasing their shadows

As the Goddess of Ropes

Lays her claim on their throats

Confessions of a Darwinist

 Logic generated confessions, the distractions of a narcissist. Naturally prone to play their war against the cause that causes logic generated confessions. The instructions of a Darwinist who naturally selects the play of war against the cause of causes. Logic generates instructions. The case of play that causes logic to generate this confession. The Darwinist refuses to believe the sad monkey eats his young. Yellow death plays games with signs. Binding morning to the Darwinist who refuses to believe in games that play themselves. 

Our shadows cancel moonlight

We believe to protect ourselves 

From the allegories of caves

We shelter where we please

We eat cake

And whistle

Hymns

To a paper moon

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I used "the tolkacz bias" to generate ngrams and fiddled with the text to create this poem. The tolkacz bias is the saved ngram data of my own work. I've been doing more dada-esque work recently and this poem reflects a complete indifference to meaning.