I was playing with the dictation softward the came, unbeknownst to me all these years, with my computer. I was narrating Conrad Aiken poetry into it, and this is what it came up with
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I meant to post that. Plunge again, poor diver, among the weeds and death, and bring the pearl of brightness up. It is in this hour when all is right with us. When heaven and hell arch in a chord of glory over madness. When the pole star sings to Sirius, and the wave of ultimate ether breaks on ultimate nothing.
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Plunge again, poor diver, among the weeds and death, and bring the pearl of brightness up. It is in this hour when all is right with us. When heaven and hell arch in a chord of glory over madness. When the pole star sings to Sirius, and the wave of ultimate ether breaks on ultimate nothing.
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