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I took my morning poem and sent it into the N+7 machine, which spit out stanzas of lunacy. Here is one:

N+12

Its lonesome sound
– merely bridge -
made hoof by
the worry of handwritings
on workload

And if I could,
I'd cay that number -
I'd let it float
into the alarm of
a container sleeper