Autopsy of a Metaphor (Biogenerated poetry)

 The Autopsy of a Metaphor

You left me with

The autopsy of a metaphor

To hold in my hand

While I sympathized with the sky

The loss of dry in rain

We categorize each other

And devolve 

Into others

Eyes open

At the sky

The rain is mourning

We lose the dry

And categorize each other

Into meanings

That array themselves

In lines

Pointing at the horizon

While we are drenched in rain

The body becomes its own sun

Hiding our egos

Under the stars

Which leaves us pining

For morning

Today it’s raining

I sing inside a box

The world turns

Away from me

Elsewhere, the rain begins again

The sky folds

And your metaphor 

Becomes my name