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Every night, at precisely 1:34 am, he would be awakened by a loud, piercing, bone-chilling scream.  After the scream ended, the subsequent silence seemed even more unreal.

One night, as he was awakened again, he decided to scream back.

Later that night, he was awakened again by another scream:

“WHY NOT?”

The Poet would sprinkle some iron shavings on a large white board, and then place a bunch of randomly tangled wires under the board.  Then he would run electricity through each wire.

The shavings would then rearrange.  The results would then be decoded into poetry.

Sometimes, the results were good.