On Shame [biogenerated poem]

 Bring yourself to bear

And watch the leaves fall from

The tree

Kiss the open edges of your wrists

And slide down into a soulless sky

The rungs of this ladder are treacherous

As moonlight 

And will tell you lies

That flatten your soul

Listen, for the morning approaches

And dawn has empathy for the damned

We live a little bit at a time

Our memories draining us of momentum

We scour our skin with steel wool

To disappear the rot of time

But this too is a blessing

For tomorrow never comes

Alone and all the stars are eyes

Dismembering what we can’t forget

Moonpoem [biogenerated poetry]

 I am the moon, the great listener

I hear your prayers and reflect them back at you

I am the moon, chasing away the day’s great arrow

Back into the sun, where all life yearns to hold a candle

I am the sun, the universal producer

I react without warning and lift the tides that bind

Us to the moon

I am day, endlessly turning into night

I am night, endless and boundless as the rays of the sun

I am the kiss of morning

Lips of pale glass reflecting

Like the moon, the day in night

The night in day

I am the earth where day and night exist together

Limitless as the sun, bounded only by the false meridians

That shadow all time with the gift of another morning

I am the light of day, the dark of night

The pale morning of an infinite becoming

Blossoming into the shadows of noon 

That limp sullenly toward their endless stretching

I am the false wind of time

Careless and unforgiving

Spiralling like the angels of the morning

Who cover themselves against the arrow

And circle under the false meridians

I am light and dark, day and night

I am Earth eternal, the opposition of dueling songs

I am the false light that blinds prophets to their season

I am a residue of time

The angel of the evening

The light of shadows

And the whisper of eyes