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Or, the Creatures of Prometheus
Peter Wu
31 August - 23 September
I want your life
there is no one else in the world
so hollow I would echo
look up now, there is
a definition coming through
they were the only ones who mattered
they were the only ones left
remake appearances to bend
nothing seems to amaze me
Imagine now the dark smoke
reflections and images appear
see it is shared
all these years
hours and milliseconds pass away
it’s all right here
everything is all right here
it’s all right here
we are all right here
I see it is already here
It was her turn to blink.
The pain:
true
imagined
carnal
fanta
projected
adulterous.
I do not want
a formula, I want an ear,
cycles, sentences, spikes, the sounding thoughts,
to transcend all at once
(sentences written by A.I. poetry generators, arranged by Peter Wu)