Told chatgpt to write a poem combining the styles of Pink Floyd and Samuel Taylor Coleridge:

In the realm where minds unfurl,
Pink Floyd's dream and Coleridge's swirl,
I sail upon a sea of sound,
Where echoes of a distant hound.

Through darkened haze and shifting skies,
The prism's light in fractured guise,
I chase the spectral albatross,
Across the abyss, I feel the loss.

A distant pulse, a heartbeat's drone,
In echoes of a time long known,
The clock's relentless, ceaseless flow,
The sands of time in endless woe.

In Coleridge's dream, a mariner's plight,
A ship becalmed in endless night,
But Floyd's guitar, it cries and wails,
A sonic storm, where truth unveils.

The walls of stone, the ancient rhyme,
In Pink Floyd's realm, we bide our time,
A brick in the wall, we're just a pawn,
In this grand theater, we're drawn.

As Coleridge's words in ink doth flow,
In Floyd's music, we ebb and glow,
A synergy of worlds, a cosmic dance,
In the mind's expanse, we take a chance.

The lunatic, the dreamer, we're all as one,
In this symphony of moon and sun,
From Coleridge's ink to Floyd's guitar,
We journey far, we journey far.

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In the realm where shadows dance and dreams unfold,
A psychedelic voyage of the mind, we're told,
Pink Floyd's ethereal melodies take flight,
While Coleridge's words weave tales in the night.

Beneath the silver moon's enigmatic glow,
The ancient mariner's tale begins to flow,
His ship, a ghostly vessel on a boundless sea,
Lost in a world where time has ceased to be.

A spectral specter, a phantom ship's embrace,
Invisible hands clutch at the mariner's face,
As Roger Waters' haunting voice takes the lead,
"Set the controls for the heart of the sun," we heed.

Through the cosmic rift, we sail without a chart,
In Coleridge's rhyme and Floyd's cosmic art,
The albatross, a symbol of guilt and despair,
In the mariner's soul, it's a burden to bear.

"Comfortably Numb" we drift on endless waves,
As the mariner's fate, his spirit enslaves,
"Shine on You Crazy Diamond," the stars ignite,
In this surreal blend of day and night.

As the mariner's eyes meet the ancient mariner's gaze,
Echoes of "Wish You Were Here" through a purple haze,
The boundaries of time and space start to blur,
In this poetic fusion of Floyd and Coleridge's stir.

So let us journey through the timeless abyss,
In a land where dreams and reality kiss,
Pink Floyd's soundscape and Coleridge's rhyme,
Merge in this cosmic tapestry, transcending time.