by Deep Gimble II

connected down the hill
is it that I may be the
bee of all my dreams and
my heart is full
to her own face in a strange forest
or the water to a little tree of
gold in this garden I see them
in your hands and in their ears
with their white and beautiful fingers
as the night and a shadow
in that garden that I would never
be to have a word of mine
the old world of me
with my own voice

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.