Prophecy of Cancer [N-gram poem, cut-up, biogeneration]

 Prophecy of Cancer

 

 Rainwater dripped from relations

i pray you dream

they nurture the Cubic Sacred

to incarnate pleasure in mythology 

thinking in proteins 

 hidden beneath their numb skin . 

thriving in Her lonely innocence

as objects may blight 

their laws down

or after a meal. sustaining the esophagus 

fumbled around itself so sacrificing themselves

 shrunken to current events lay sleeping. 

can cause us to something into everything

state explanations

Have a host body as promised

Huge sums of your own vomit

Gushed from bile

Profitable prophecies

Wherein no meaning

retains its self , alone ; 

moonlight retracts an unlit cigarette that 

 third stage arises out 

Of all life exorcising itself of sameness 

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This poem uses text generated from the Tolkacz bias (my own poems) from an n-gram algorithm you can find by clicking the link. It's a late-stage capitalism is cancer poem using abstract language, nonsense, unsense, computer-generated text, my own edits, my own offerings, my own desire to make it fit into something.