Still Birth

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The words that created me
have also destroyed me
and buried me beneath
their endless repetitions

In life their world was real
Their meanings had meaning
My dying-days were spent locked in libraries
learning to become human

Woodworm pockered the bookshelves
Without understanding
Without memory
Without love

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I am lonely, lonely
I slap an answer to myself
She hides deep within her
Yet plays  -  milkless

This stanza was computer generated by the Kurzweil Cybernetic Poet Programme
(after poems written by Raymond Kurzweil and William Carlos Williams had been uploaded)

Now darkness shrouds my body
Dreams no longer devour me
Freed from beginnings and endings
I no longer exist

Secured within this still and silent state
I have become the unimaginable
unthinkable
future