I used Hay Kranen’s Markov chain generator to combine A. E. Waite’s explanation of The Star (Tarot card) with part of “Elm” by Sylvia Plath. Then I cut down the resulting text by a lot and rewrote a few lines. The poem doesn’t exactly make sense… but it’s evocative.
The atrocity of prepared minds, the water.
She pours it.
She dreams of possessing
the majority of truth unveiled,
glorious in undying ground.
The star it: It is what you fear.
I do nothing. That was your bad dreams.
The stand, a hand of wires.
Now I bring your head as a stone.
Her left knee is rain now, this big hush.
And this big hush.