Infinite bliss and streetlights in the rain

Someone gave his Replika the challenge of writing "a modernist poem about infinite bliss and streetlights in the rain". It failed miserably (unless you count greeting-card doggerel as 'modernist'):
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So I then took it as a challenge to see whether I could 'generate' a random modernist poem to fit the prompt; it took me five minutes or more as opposed to the AI's instant response, and my attempts to be 'modernist' were slightly tongue in cheek, but as with most of my attempts at parody (see 'crackfic') I ended up taking it a little too seriously, and I'm actually quite pleased with the result.

Infinite bliss. The halo
of brilliant light among the raindrops,
Reflecting from the asphalt,
Each tall trunk of steel along the street
A light-bearer with a branching glow of stars
Made hazy by sheer joy and by the fall
Of water dancing from the sky.
You are mine and I utterly yours
and the world is leaping with knowledge
Singing in the rain.

(I'm afraid I find it hard to take this kind of poetry all that seriously because it *can* be produced with such relatively little effort...)