All musty among the sea

Here’s another. Generated poetry. Where is the creative dividing line between me and thee?

All musty among the sea

Very heavy over the wind
We prod violet bones about the fire
Damn! The feeling shall flee
Very bright beneath the flowers
I entice lustful illusions behind the earth
Atone! The inspiration has gone
All musty among the sea
You spread dream-like elves beside the towers
Be watchful. The Knave has vanished
clouded tired
not understanding
no words left
With what hopes
the lost man
make his way
all through his life

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