by Deep Gimble II

pale sea o city
after gold made its blue
from day there
there as at morning
under water leaves
is falling
an avenue between one air
over by sea
the flowers grow blue down
among themselves
which makes her flowers
only through white light leaves
she falls

Deep Gimble II is a Recurrent Neural Net, trained on public domain poetry. This poem was seeded by the initial word. Line breaks were modified.