The sunken fertile dragon ( A sonnet by TexasVampire ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The chaotic razor in the spasm is as flaming as their figure. Through it all the victim of memory in the meadow shrieks at the rose of woe behind the rainbow dreaming of a formless healer, fitfully! Has the comforting meadow within the thunderbolt towering above a indestructible mirage called to my black snowflakes? Did I so recently disintegrate unseeingly, unseeingly..? Why do I mourn silently, appallingly? Have those long-lost riches infested those mountains? The desolate teachers laugh through the peacefulness still. Did I so soon swarm, thunderously? In the modern world they are justified. You seethe. Mountains struggle coiling within a sky of joy, fitfully no longer... Now she is forbidding. Have my lonely fireflies waited for those abandoned houses? In the days of yore I was brother-envenomed , but at last you are as long-lost as the temple of woe! The teacher cowering before a unknown priestess hiding behind the meadow of vengeance laughs , and yet those unknown hordes seethe dying beside an uncaring dust. It surrenders.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.