The Evening Begins

The evening begins with us writing. 

I like to write. 

I found that I felt

unconnected to the words

when the computer 

was invited

to create a poem 

from my words. 

Here is an example.

My Poem about my week:

Driveways 

Like to keep

You Home

Water 

Likes 

To 

Freeze

Houses 

Like To Feel

The Heat

By Burning Up 

The Trees.

This is what the computer came up with:

Endure calmly like a misty cloud.

Why does the whale die?

Why does the wave grow?

Waves rise like clear whales.

Death, Faith, and Faith.

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Here is the poem I made from words from "page 397":

Themom

You certainly wouldn't 

Fire Mom

Would you?

He thought no man

could know himself

until he knew how important 

women were. 

They were more

 important 

than writing.

Now one about what it means to be human in a digital society:

Outside

I breathe in the cold fresh air

Inside

The computer slumbers

like the earth 

as it waits 

for spring.

Without me 

it would wait

 forever.