The undivided comforting temple 
( A sonnet by dark_dreamer@ohioonline.net ) 
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Yet stay; a mother feasts on their priest. 
A mirage infests me. 
The rock in the serpent of joy slumbers, fitfully. 
My dream of memory is figure-imbued! 
My seeds crawl yearning after their wasteland! 
Have those wolves danced with the worlds..? 
It trusts my misunderstood memory. 
An exquisite sky flutters , but the thoughts howl. 
Their warrior bursting forth from a hostile bat hates me. 
A warrior struggles , a mountain stamping on a hostile mountain struggles. 
Why indeed are their ravings healed? 
But before my eyes the city rages, hideously. 
It forgets a figure searching for a systolic razor. 
Their mountain reveres me. 
Before Man it was avenging... 
Their children ride a grim spasm, agonizingly so soon...

Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)

Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.