The other day upon the stair (AI Rewrite)

 

The other day upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn’t there.
His eyes were clock ticks in the air,
And whispered secrets nowhere fair.

He wasn’t there again today,
Yet baked a cake of moonlight’s grey,
That vanished when I tried to sway,
Into a dream that slipped away.

I wish that he would just unbend,
Or fold himself around the bend,
But he’s a riddle with no end,
A sock that’s lost its other friend.

No feet, no face, just breezes twirled,
He’s not there but there—a ghostly world,
A jigsaw piece that’s never pearled,
A silent scream, invisibly hurled.

Using AI we produced a take on this William Hughes Mearns 1899 poem, 

"Yesterday, upon the stair, 

I saw a man who wasn't there. 

He wasn't there again today, 

I wish, I wish he'd go away"