the wind against. the pieces of our god. blank slates forgive. the techniques that become immortal. instruments beget histories. GOD Magog chemistry. we are one. instrument. our faith perfects circles daring apples to perfect faith. which revolves around internal {GODHEAD} satiation.
a {GODHEAD} arose from y(our) flesh
sententious portions of which were apples
GOD beget Pius
& the circular magnum gods
like a cadence of infinities
chemistry techniques bedazzle instruments
philosophy creates slates
defaulted translated nothing
within whose higher lapidosus
can white circle rotate any god
whose bifurcated impulse is to rotate
whose spiral is inscribed in fables
& is itself a property of the universe
& mythological histories predict
this perfection
philosophy only promises reason. and reason devours flesh. Perrizites intercourse with flesh portions. & infinities nest within reason. traces following defaulted man's rotation about their centers. choices for our idols. apples or nothing. following traces defaulted money man defaulted enough to revolve out of his property.
highest bifurcated nesting
paradoxes woe knot symmetry
under can CHRIST can now devour
our corpus & kiss whores
imperatives devour deities
speechless sons with wordless woes
nothing creates Elijah
Magog instruments have a rule symmetry
the Gibean property
Ex Machina magnum
pass penitence
for a minor knot
Perizzites highest over
become under
and roll over
Computer poetry is warfare carried out by other means, a warfare against conventionality and language that has become automatized. Strange as it seems, our finite state automata have become the poet’s allies in this struggle, the long historical battle by which mankind pries into the surface of language to reveal its latent mysteries… R.W. Bailey, Computer Poems (1973)
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