Can you guess if the poetry sample was written by a person?
my head a moon of japanese paper, my gold beaten skin infinitely delicate and infinitely expensive does not my heat astound you and my light all by myself i am a huge camellia glowing and coming and going, flush on flush i think i am going up, i think i may rise --- the beads of hot metal fly, and i, love, i am a pure acetylene virgin attended by roses,