Calisthenic, Week 15

Recursivity Redux (p 216)

I started with:
"Do you remember my name?
The hornet gasps under misted glassware,
aware of the feeling of waking up.
Leaves, maroon ad always waxy,
seeping, fleshy green. Floorboards
strewn with marigold seeds; encen-
dedor, they call it. Enthendedor.
Bring up the anklet, the envelope, the
well-polished package with ocelot, ocelot,
ocelot feathers. Dancing on chardonnay,
born sea-borne blues, hand-me-down
arithmetic expecting the pyres, away tucked
away in the girl with the full let-down braids."

and generated:
A marigold-girl picking leaves off the
ground, arranging them in misted
glassware strewn with paint;
segmented hornets she puts in
an envelope, sends them to ocelots,
feathers, places of chardonnay
and waltzes. The arithmetic expected
to burn the pyres bares their blues, sings
sea-borne hand-me-downs, tucks away
fleshy green wax and better knows the
feeling when waking up on a dock.