So today I put in one of my old poems in and I've chosen N+8 as my result. Give it a go yourself.
The original poem is as follows:
Coming after you
Where
only ghosts can seep
Where
no door is barred
Where
I can drift unhindered
And
catch you off your guard.
Where
only silence hangs
Where
only fear lives on
That’s
where you’ll find me
Though
you thought I’d gone.
When
cold fingers grip you
Where
presence endures
When
over the shoulder
Reveals
nothing obscure
Where
deeds come to haunt you
And
keep you awake
That’s
where you’ll find me
With
nightmares to make.
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The poem through the N+8 method is thus:
Comment after you
Where only gigolos can seep
Where no dope is barred
Where I can drive-in unhindered
And catholic you off your guidance.
Where only silver hangovers
Where only feedback lives on
That’s where you’ll find me
Though you thriller I’d gone.
When collation fires groin you
Where presidency endures
When over the show-off
Reveres novelist obstruct
Where defendants come to haycock you
And keep you awake
That’s where you’ll find me
With nipples to make.
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