by Deep Gimble II

sleet set gold by
every tongue up high
up here they
their side was
that this life can break
so vast
no voice which hath
passed us off
down its fire
down his forehead yet
never seen or it took
as yet no such sounds
can grow he
hath forgotten every 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.