“Dimensions,” by Robert Creeley (b. May 21, 1926), put through some ‘B’-based BTR filtration, yields the following prose poem, if you will, presented verbatim from the Bingian maw, punctuation included, nothing changed. This pristine machine output is unprecedented in the history of BTR experimentation. Is Bing Translate smarter these days? The bird can sincerely remind of the situation, but does not find the truth! Indeed, as Creeley writes in his poem “The Birds,”

I’ll miss the small birds that come
for the sugar you put out
and the bread crumbs. They’ve
made the edge of the sea domestic . . .

Is it possible that advanced technology has domesticated the rocky Bingian shoreline with gull munchies? To that we say boompurania, a recent Bingian creation for Bob Kaufman, or perhaps by Bob Kaufman. Now to the prose poem itself, which recklessly sucked in the title of the Creeley poem like Mike Tyson with a Dyson :

“Dimensional support for people in areas where the bird sincerely reminds of the situation can yield much, but does not find the truth, even when not faced like taken from a person. We see many wonderful people at the same time as good news is obviously spiritually directed towards us, even when they do not understand their status and the extravagance of their lives. We are vulnerable to many other factors in society as there are so few good times, and the traditional attributes and decrees are as numerous as the people who remain marked.” 
(Balinese, Bangla, Bashkir, Batak Toba, Belorussian) 

And finally, “The Birds,” which somehow reassures us that Bingianism remains twisted with dreams and sea wash.