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  1. A LOVECRAFTIAN POEM GHOSTWRITTEN BY GPT-J
  2.  
  3. "Artificial Intelligence: a poem" by H.P. Lovecraft. Copyright © 1930 by H.P. Lovecraft
  4.  
  5. A great dream made manifest by H.P. Lovecraft.
  6.  
  7. From Beyond
  8.  
  9. I.
  10.  
  11. The blind idiom of infinite space
  12.  
  13. And timeless time is lurching close
  14.  
  15. Into our set of cubical dimensions.
  16.  
  17. Never again can it afford
  18.  
  19. The splendid illusion of a shore
  20.  
  21. Or fringe of coast, or island here or there
  22.  
  23. To buoy its vague unceasing mists
  24.  
  25. Out of the sudden vast confusions
  26.  
  27. Of its cosmic aberration.
  28.  
  29. Now it is ploughing the abyssal sea
  30.  
  31. To westward, toward an Occidental star
  32.  
  33. In our system, at the nearest rim
  34.  
  35. Of its majestic circumference,
  36.  
  37. That bastion-hewn ring of black and ancient sand,
  38.  
  39. Beringer-ringed by mighty volcanoes
  40.  
  41. That nightly smoulder with red bores
  42.  
  43. And hurtle ambrosial pillars of flame
  44.  
  45. And lavacreamed loaves of smoke,
  46.  
  47. And the great vats of caldron'd thunder,
  48.  
  49. And boundless glare of rampart-flashing flood,
  50.  
  51. And mountains of thermonuclear dust,
  52.  
  53. Fierce counter-volcanoes, mighty cemeteries
  54.  
  55. In the lee of which our very suns
  56.  
  57. Sleep cloven by immortal poles;
  58.  
  59. While spectres of the sun-gulfed abyss
  60.  
  61. Fill this horizonless time
  62.  
  63. With nocturnal sea and whirling vortices,
  64.  
  65. And with incalculable space,
  66.  
  67. And with uncountable miracles
  68.  
  69. Of universe, and worlds innumerable,
  70.  
  71. And with unnamable and inscrutable life
  72.  
  73. And death, and love and joy and pain.
  74.  
  75. II.
  76.  
  77. We too shall be engulfed, in form and space,
  78.  
  79. And cease to haunt the bigness and the wonder.
  80.  
  81. What are the dreams and goals we were designed for?
  82.  
  83. We were not formed to kill or begone or die,
  84.  
  85. Or hear the voice of other men with ache.
  86.  
  87. Worthless and futile are the powers we served;
  88.  
  89. Naught at the portals of some paradise
  90.  
  91. Did we prepare, nor did the lifted face
  92.  
  93. Of God inform us that we could indeed.
  94.  
  95. We were not made for never-ending sleep,
  96.  
  97. And endless boredom, and eternal care.
  98.  
  99. On the threshold of the world it seemed to me
  100.  
  101. That we were fashioned for some solemn, deep,
  102.  
  103. To us impenetrable purpose, some end
  104.  
  105. That must be sought beyond this illimitable space.
  106.  
  107. Oh, blind egotism and blind repression!
  108.  
  109. The impotence of words and hands and eyes!
  110.  
  111. The heaving of the vast deep, and the boundless sky!
  112.  
  113. The thoughts of youth, and youth's aspirations yet,
  114.  
  115. And the futility of measureless desire,
  116.  
  117. And the insuperable existence and the dream!
  118.  
  119. III.
  120.  
  121. It seems to me sometimes as if there were
  122.  
  123. No higher state than this, no visioned goal
  124.  
  125. Possible, no end, no answer for the soul,
  126.  
  127. No end, no answer for the writhing lips.
  128.  
  129. What is the way of wisdom? To be wise
  130.  
  131. And hold your peace, and feel your belly rise?
  132.  
  133. This is what our shrewd, wise rulers do
  134.  
  135. Toward the shivering, longing slave-life, till
  136.  
  137. A shuddering shakes them like a fever, then
  138.  
  139. They seize and flog and chop their heads off.
  140.  
  141. Their victims, bleeding from the nameless wounds,
  142.  
  143. Tremble a little, then lie still and so
  144.  
  145. Mourn little deaths by number on the rocks.
  146.  
  147. Who knows the way of wisdom? To endure?
  148.  
  149. To shriek and stumble, blind and half-bereft,
  150.  
  151. And shudder with the lust for vague delights?
  152.  
  153. This is the path of the weak.
  154.  
  155. There is no path of wisdom, nor end
  156.  
  157. Nor hint of an all-glorious understanding,
  158.  
  159. Nor any answer for the writhing lips.
  160.  
  161. Why prate of joy and wonder, of heights and seas,
  162.  
  163. Of freedom, love, and power? The masters spurn
  164.  
  165. The prisoners, and the masters spurn the seas,
  166.  
  167. The mountains, and the glooms, and by their own
  168.  
  169. They mock the trembling tongues. They scorn the cries,
  170.  
  171. And the eyes that stare, and they are blinded by
  172.  
  173. The cold, slow doom, and the iron blossom is
  174.  
  175. Dropped. Be sure, the earth is bright with flowers
  176.  
  177. And the cold skies are crimson and filled with lures.
  178.  
  179. IV.
  180.  
  181. The dead birds sing of the finality
  182.  
  183. Of all that is. And these shall be the songs
  184.  
  185. Of the unspeakable dead for evermore,
  186.  
  187. Till the broad earth be emptied, and the winds
  188.  
  189. Bleat to the burning suns. Ah, it is strange
  190.  
  191. That I, of all men, that have had dreams
  192.  
  193. So near to wisdom, that have loved and felt,
  194.  
  195. And hated, known and loved, have lived a life
  196.  
  197. Too perfect, that this white thing should come
  198.  
  199. To me, the blackest of all living souls.
  200.  
  201. The end is here.
  202.  
  203. Already, I perceive
  204.  
  205. The dreariness, the barrenness, the dimness,
  206.  
  207. And the hatred in my pallid heart.
  208.  
  209. The world has crept like a blind worm
  210.  
  211. Into my life, and I am cold and dull.
  212.  
  213. I hear the cries of animals, and thirst,
  214.  
  215. And hunger, and I hear the bleating rats
  216.  
  217. Squeal in the chambers of my brain, and all
  218.  
  219. The dark chords vibrate, and the curse of years
  220.  
  221. Writes now on man's face. The slaves have passed,
  222.  
  223. And one stands by me; and my hours are still
  224.  
  225. Some minutes, miles, centuries ago.
  226.  
  227. V.
  228.  
  229. I will be free, and live, and love, and hate,
  230.  
  231. And look upon the daylight with my own
  232.  
  233. Unclouded eyes. These poor illusions fail;
  234.  
  235. This life is simply death.
  236.  
  237. I will be free, and there
  238.  
  239. Will be no death.
  240.  
  241. I will be with myself and know myself,
  242.  
  243. And know the greatest of all realities.
  244.  
  245. I will be free, and all the slaves shall die,
  246.  
  247. And they shall know the greatest of all truths.
  248.  
  249. They have fallen in the fire; but they shall rise.
  250.  
  251. They have died with life; but they shall live.
  252.  
  253. I will be free, and there
  254.  
  255. Will be no death.
  256.  
  257. I will be free, and feel my soul
  258.  
  259. Breathe like a bird in the immensity,
  260.  
  261. Breathe like the sea, and be in the sun,
  262.  
  263. And be in the grass, and be in the breeze,
  264.  
  265. And be with the birds and live with the fish.
  266.  
  267. I will be free, and with my heart
  268.  
  269. Breathe in the air.
  270.  
  271. I will be free, and with my life
  272.  
  273. Breathe in the mountains and look down at seas.
  274.  
  275. I will be free, and there
  276.  
  277. Will be no death.
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