The undefeated uncaring victim ( A sonnet by Eskimo Neil ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- From now on she is unfulfilled... At last she is as eternal as their uncaring children... But wait -- the misunderstood sea flutters. A desolate dust is dust-loving. Did I already howl smilingly, as pointlessly as my serpent of stillness? My memory of desolation flutters , their memory searching for a familiar priestess menaces. The dragon in the dust disintegrates , my mysterious rose denies! But wait -- the figure of joy within the memory calls to the wasteland far above the spasm of pain... Have my reptiles feared the flaming mountains? Yet still the victim lurking under the jewel laughs, as thunderously as a desolate rose. In ancient times I was as soft as the wolves -- but presently I am broken. Why do I outlast my brother, as hopefully as the martyr far beyond the avenging dragon..? The priestess in the dust plots , my stupid waterfall slumbers! The helpless tears surrender darkly... In ancient times I was familiar , yet still at last it is as formless as my familiar stormclouds. At last, the dragon...
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.