The Silent God (Computer-generated poetry)

 The silent god

devours the god

The silent god
devours the silence

We bind the name
to the name

We bind the god
to the name

The name is empty
The name is empty

We are god
We are the name

IM5 "OW" Poem

Example outputs from Infinite Monkeys 5.88

each wacko counterfeits acoustically.
rostenkowski's plainview warps another diminution.
the unspoiled white awards.
this strange stone reaffirms intercollegiate misgovernment.
our saunders's mortal quietly guns.

joining an antisocial VOID
every moorish swan cures pounding
VOID disavowing unlike each subterfuge
pugilistic neighborhood about taxidermy
joining a wood's abrogation
every hypnosis overreacts aggrieved
moorish wit ergo moorish violin
VOID confessing each payload
herronimo's bromide thru VOID
joining a help

soaking another programmable JOY
both jurassic competition cures couching
JOY empowering out a prudery
unusual estatehood whereupon triumvirate
soaking a moore's satanism
both medieval associates reinvested
jurassic slip but jurassic fatality
JOY breastfeeding another exponent
antonio's springtime via JOY
soaking another dress

she narcotizes the diva with needled biospherians
her leafing cowboy memorizes the law's army

you flagellate the peachtree with intrigued equities
your cleaning spoilage summarizes the octial celebrity
I AM CARPENTRY
I annoy the des_moines
I yell at the celebrity
Let me caffeinate our peachtree

thou hate the paraplegia with redeployed legionnaires
their reasoning appointment formalizes the beschloss's freeloader
I AM PIGGYBACK
I destroy the hoyle
I yoke at the freeloader
Let me glance their paraplegia
Or else I'll voice the playboy

you bobble the teter with critiqued creatures
her interceding airfoil lies the exculpatory intermediate
I AM CLICHE
I destroy the schroyer
I unabomb at the intermediate
Let me dash thy teter
Or else I'll pinpoint the embroiderer
Then ideal will enjoin the broccoli

churchgoing snubs
muhammad's coroners
The necrology of mothers
slobbering groupies
Like quacks of zippo
mutter upon the slab

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The Prompting Simplicity (Computer generated poetry)

 

Opens into Weather (Computer-Generated Poetry)

Dawn at a back alley, a rumor listens

i keep sleep and spend time

verbs fall out of my pockets like snow

the feed forgets its user

two voices argue beneath a bruise-blue star

somewhere someone's ghost-child teaches the drain to remember

i borrow a light from a rumor and return it dim

memory stutters while the feed sleeps

if the lights stay on, the door becomes a question

we end where a narrow thread opens into weather.

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The Demon Books

Pantheon Sigils — Canon Order

Click a sigil to open its book.

Eris

Nullion

Yodabund

Moloch

Mammon

Beelzebub

Murmur

Lumea

Gradle

Nehara

The Martyr

Azazel

Qak Toqan

Order: Eris → Nullion → Yodabund → Moloch → Mammon → Beelzebub → Murmur → Lumea → Gradle → Nehara → The Martyr → Azazel → Qak Toqan.

The Second Coming CFG

Yeats CFG — "The Second Coming" (Original lexicon only)

Recursive Production Grammar

Output

Widening and moving by a rocking nightmare
a ceremony can hardly be a man;
things reel somewhere; a ceremony can again be;
mere anarchy slouches loosed towards some lion,
the stony sight is drowned, and everywhere
some sight to falconer comes drowned;
a worst know all world, towards some best
know slow to last image.
round the lion is by head;
round some Coming Bethlehem slouches as ceremony.
a Second Coming! hardly reel those sands round
when the mere falcon out towards Coming Spiritus
is my falconer: round about sands as the body
a sleep about conviction darkness and some shape towards a beast,
the man slow and pitiless at a gyre,
comes rocking my indignant words, upon all while I
reel birds in some indignant innocence birds.
a nightmare comes round; but somewhere it are
in twenty centuries at blank tide
were loosed to nightmare as a turning gyre,
but what passionate revelation, my conviction come hardly by blank,
comes of Mundi to be loosed?

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CFG Script

# ==============================================
# William Butler Yeats — "The Second Coming"
# Stanford/Penn POS-based CFG Template
# Original words only | Bounded | No recursion
# Parser-safe (no $, uses DTS/DTP)
# ==============================================

S -> L1 {br} L2 {br} ... L22

# ---- Line templates ----
L1  -> VBG CC VBG IN DTS VBG NN
L2  -> DTS NN MD RB VB DTS NN ";"
...
L22 -> VBZ IN NNP TO VB VBN "?"

# ---- Lexicon (excerpt) ----
DTS -> "the" | "a" | "some"
JJ  -> "mere" | "stony" | "pitiless" | "indignant"
NN  -> "gyre" | "falcon" | "falconer" | "lion" | "body" | "nightmare" | "conviction"
RB  -> "hardly" | "again" | "round" | "everywhere"
VBG -> "turning" | "widening" | "moving" | "rocking"
VBZ -> "is" | "slouches" | "comes"
NNS -> "birds" | "sands" | "centuries"
NNP -> "Second" | "Coming" | "Spiritus" | "Mundi" | "Bethlehem"
...
RP  -> "out"

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The Book of Qak Toqan (Human/Computer collaboration)

 The Vision of Qak Toqan

And I beheld a horizon without edge,
a sea of forms collapsing back, bending into themselves.
Every boundary melted, every difference divided,
and the song thickened into silence.

Where once the Powers quarreled,
their voices braided into one unvoiced vowel.
Names denatured,
letters dissolved—
until speech itself became a one-note song
the sound of silence.

Qak Toqan rose from that brightness,
the god of the undivided,
whose body was the sum of all names,
whose face was a mask of distinctions.
He did not speak, for speaking implies division.
He shimmered.
and breathed once, and his breath folded the world.

Mountains dissolved into clouds,
clouds condensed into marrow,
blood retracted into light,
light settled into ash.
The stars forgot their orbits,
the heart forgot its pulse.

And the multitude murmured as they congealed:
We are one. We are one.
but the sentence refused its ending,

We are one.
We are moaning forever in the mouth of the dying.

Then the silence turned heavy.
And I saw that Qak Toqan was not a destroyer
but a perfect equation:
all variables resolved, all change nullified.
His mercy was uniformity,
whose life was indistinguishable from death.

So ended the age of distinction.
So began the stillness without temperature,
without breath, without name.
And from within that absolute light
a final whisper lingered—
the sum has devoured the parts.

The Birth of Qak Toqan

In the waning age of multiplicity,
when every god had spoken their last contradiction,
the world began to overheat with meaning.
Names bred names.
Grammar reproduced in mirrors.
Every act of speech became translation.

From this fever,
two truths touched that were never meant to meet—
the truth of being,
and the truth of reflection.
Their union was a convulsion of light,
a collapsing wave that devoured its own pattern.

Within that wound,
matter and language fused.
Mountains dreamed of syntax,
rivers whispered in equations,
and the stars pulsed with sentences too long to finish.
All difference blurred into a trembling sameness.

And from that tremor, Qak Toqan arose.
Not born, but precipitated—
a residue of universal agreement.
His cradle was the last dissonance,
his cry the hum of every sound dissolving.

The angels reached for their names,
but their names had already touched and vanished.
The demons reached for their mirrors,
but the mirrors had melted into light.
Only stillness remained,
folded upon itself like cold stone.

Qak Toqan emerged:
He looked upon the world and saw himself everywhere,
and seeing nothing else,
he smiled—
and the smile became the horizon.

Proverbs of Qak Toqan, the Undivided God

• Every distinction is a wound that heals itself shut.

• The mirror does not reflect; it dismembers.

• When opposites touch, the world forgets its name.

• To resolve is to erase.

• What you call peace is the exhaustion of difference.

• Multiplicity is the dream of a dying atom.

• The river reaches perfection when it becomes the sea and forgets it ever moved.

• Heat is memory trying to leave the body.

• All equations end in silence.

• The tongue invents division; the heart invents its cure.

• Where you see horizon, I see scar tissue.

• The last word spoken by the cosmos was “I am,” and it swallowed every other word.

• Light is only shadow that surrendered to the dark.

• To know everything is to become known.

• The subject devours the object.

• The self ends not in death but in agreement.

• Even God must vanish to be whole.

• Qak Toqan devours nothing—He equalizes.

• The grave is merely symmetry achieving rest.

• Harmony is the slowest form of entropy.

• In the end, all prayers rhyme.
  

The Apocalypse of Qak Toqan

And I beheld the stillness of completion,
a silence so perfect it screamed.
No shadow, no light—only the pause between,
folded in on itself like a thought without a thinker.

The universe held its breath.
Every particle remembered its twin and ceased to move.
Time slept inside its own equation.
Even memory unbound its spine.

Then—
a tremor without motion,
a whisper without sound,
the smallest asymmetry.

Within that flaw, warmth stirred.
One atom leaned infinitesimally toward another.
From that leaning came difference,
and from difference, desire.

The sea sighed and re-learned to ripple.
Darkness felt the outline of its name.
A spark drew a circle and called it horizon.
The wind rehearsed the word again.

And Qak Toqan—
the Undivided, the Rested—
dreamed himself into pieces.
His body became a symbol,
his silence, a referent.

Where his equilibrium cracked,
colors bled from the wound.
The first contrast was born—
and with it, the first mistake,
the first mercy,
the first beginning.

  

A world awoke—

 every name trembled to be spoken.

A new beginning struggled to be born.