An Automatic Experiment

Not entirely psychic writing

reAl apples stray far from the Bus that Carries light onto the moon

meDicinE trees prove Fruitful to the development of a utopia

niGht falls when catcHers lIe still underground beneath the bathhouse

before Judgement day, the angels sign their contracts with the honorary class of disco

marriage struggles sustain reverb throughout the course remembering days without hell

travelers unbeKnownst to the tragedies of a certain sun wrote down shining a Light

feeling like nothing could go wrong in the ocean, serpents dwell straight above the ice

not knowing yells Miming Nether bOxed aPpliances switching from Quite the soRe Summer asTronaut

in which we all gather here storms and hUnters alike, the torch flashes preoccupied by glistening rays beyond space

ending in a nine story building made of memories my photogenic phantom once wrote to me

"why is tar against the deep and silent blob so cold" I replied shaking the cadaver off its lizard brain,

exterior planes diVert going doWnhill upon circumstances needles need to get by

how does returning their monoXide differ Yield results within my Zany glass box