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From Unpoetic Justice 2: My Free Verse as Traditional Poetry AI edit
Another man, a Native man who won't be named, published a poem I wrote about stars without permission. So I wrote another poem about stars, different from the original, and had it remixed by AI Chatbot. To the Starlit Night And he was a visionary Painting his obituary As he bled down to gravity The pulldown took him over His hands felt heavy He thought of a starlit night In contrast to the cloudy daylight And he wondered if they would ever love him at all He paid them money and they built a wall For he could paint and not speak He was not a poet but a man of the street He pulled his blanket over him and dreamt of black canvases at night (can you take this and put it into four stanzas) HotBot Assistant I'd be happy to help you reformat the poem into four stanzas. Here's a revised version: To the starlit night, He was a visionary, Painting his obituary, As he bled down to gravity. The pulldown took him over, His hands felt heavy, He thought of a starlit night, In contrast to the cloudy daylight. And he wondered if they would ever love him at all, He paid them money and they built a wall, For he could paint and not speak, He was not a poet but a man of the street. He pulled his blanket over him and dreamt. Of black canvases at night. Let me know if this meets your expectations or if you'd like me to make any further adjustments!
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