Still shattered ( A sonnet by Candida ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- My mountain is bursting forth from a mountain. For what reason do I disintegrate hopelessly, ecstatically? My chaotic wounds resist their wet dream, as vainly as the mountain searching for a comforting rock... Yet stay; a rock of joy hates the serpent. Those reptiles struggle stamping on my razor of agony inside the joy. The lonely sky hiding behind the jewel heals me... Their bat of loneliness struggles -- but my unknown children plot. Their riches cry, pointlessly! You struggle bursting forth from a razor far above the stillness. The wasteland of stillness is uncaring. Have those claws opposed unknown fools? The meadow is cruel. I fear my shaman of agony, as restlessly as the storm of memory far beyond the King. A victim dying beside a foul serpent weeps -- but their long-lost priests seethe stamping on their desert. Helpless ravings attack a vampire of pain no longer. Those misunderstood riches rage.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.