From a series of poems that I’ve cowritten with OpenAI’s GPT-2 language model.My words are bolded. (1/4/2020)
The Waiting
What now the gods have torn asunder
we feel beating in our heaving chests
and hear on the wings of the thunder
the rumblings of a wild storm
that is nigh yet not close by:
our hearts beat as they drift
it is a shrill cry
in fear lest we catch the beam
of that many a giant's foe
which ere we are armed yet looks wild
of a thousand wide battles
which from their splendour stillness are put away:
so on the dead husks of the battle
we await