Kesson_1

Thom Power
Jul 25, 2017 · 2 min read

Machine created poetry inspired by a friend’s artwork. Using Ross Goodwin’s NeuralSnap. https://github.com/rossgoodwin/neuralsnap

A large clock tower with a sky background

A large clock tower with a sky background and the sound of the sky is still and the sun is dead and the cold sea is not a part of the sun, and the sound of the rocks are beautiful and strong and deadly and deep and clear and good and the sound of the sea is dead, the earth is all that we will not do is destroy and we lie down at the bar that was when the sun is gone.

The doctor said, “We are going to live with us all out of the stars and coming out of your head, and the world will not be open and the sun is wild.

A large clock tower with a sky background by a poor star, a heart in the closet, a small piece of water, a new corner, a piece of shadow and a strange city. The silver moon stands across the street in the middle of a dark prairie.

The lights are falling and the trees are opened. The river is bright and moving, and the grass flashes in the distance. It is the past ends with a fine body, the color of the roots of the sky, and the screaming and the risen internal pattern. The shadow of the soul is a child as a few strangers and a woman who is dead.

A large clock tower with a sky background from the house of life, a small face of a mouse in the dust of the land, the planet like a match of potatoes and stones.

The spoon stands down to the empty stairs. On the floor a pluck of a shadow is a man who explodes in the back of his life.

In the dark of the purple black the blue sea stops in the sky with a sound of space, its tangled boots standing among the invisible spectral stamps in the rain. When the plum shines on the floor and the wall is a balcony on the ground.

A large clock tower with a sky background, and some sweet blood in a dream deferred. The snow is dusty and indecipherable. And the falls of the speckled hills are out of reach, and the suns come back again.

One step from the edge of the darkness has fled from the sea.

It is no surprise that the other was worth a bird.

He looked at the silence and the sound of a piece of chicken soldiers. He saw a spear in his arms. He looked at the light and turned and started to sleep. He was at it.

My name is Thom, I'm a musician, film composer, developer, former physicist from Dingle, Co. Kerry. http://tothepoweroftom.com

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