The tree stands high, Like a church, She is lit, By the moon
The tree stands high,
Like a church
She is lit
By the moon
The grapes are green on the vine
The watermelon is
On the roof
The cold cat
Is bothering my senses
My beard is cold
Written by AI, text came from a sample generated around step 59,000 during training for my beat poetry model.
Excerpted from generated text, before the text went into another separate poem.
Title derived from “moon tree”, as generalized from the text
default gpt-2-simple sample settings