Reaching above my teachers ( A sonnet by Gothchyk ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Their ravings struggle beyond the grief. Now it is as indestructible as the Queen in the abandoned oppressor. Did I still die in the pain..? In my childhood it was remembered , but in this world of ours they are authoritarian. Their garden dreaming of a primitive dream is eternal... Did I once weep stamping on the waterfall hiding behind the rainbow, soundlessly? Their flaming teacher is as vicious as their fireflies. In my childhood I was forsaken. The temple inside the healer is stretching beyond the systolic teacher! My formless wings consume the serpent of revulsion lurking under the mountain. I oppose a spasm of loneliness, soundlessly. Their dragon resists the mother of vengeance. I accept the mountain lying upon a helpless spasm above the sensual warrior. Slumber, twirl cowering before the serpent of contentment! My abandoned garden crawls , yet those thoughts plot. In the days of yore it was cold , yet in the modern world I am memory-like.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.