Duress ash and faint

Pull unto

Me

A lair of galvan

Wised and cleave to a dancing

Brass feather tree

Mad ripple in screaming air

Yet

I stay afloat

Hoarded mute by

Fleets and fleets of ocean veil

Where

Saline stones cricket

In teary mist

And the ash

The ash's taking you home dear

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[JayG]

Looks like you found an online poetry generator.

as Bunrthorn put it:

If you're anxious for to shine
in the high sthetic line
as a man of culture rare,
You must get up all the germs
of the transcendental terms,
and plant them everywhere.

You must lie upon the daisies
and discourse in novel phrases
of your complicated state of mind,
The meaning doesn't matter
if it's only idle chatter
of a transcendental kind.

And every one will say,
As you walk your mystic way,
"If this young man expresses himself
in terms too deep for me,
Why, what a very singularly deep young man
this deep young man must be!"