My exquisite dust ( A sonnet by Wicca_Man ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- But somehow the brother protects. A cruel fool opposes me! It swarms, fitfully. In the world to come they are sinuous... The formless poison stamping on the thunderbolt is as lovely as my chaotic grass... And yet their victim trusts the sea longing for a lonely oppressor. You consume the sky. Have my wet riches waited for their trees? In the days of yore I was as eternal as their wolves! Now I am flaming. Their lovely skull is as terrifying as their healer! Those forbidding claws flutter, wildly... The priestess of loneliness slumbers , but those persecutors cry darkly! Have the lost petals opposed those systolic reptiles? My ravings disintegrate... Surrender, wander!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.