Searching for my stormclouds ( A sonnet by Goth Grrl ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Their dust is searching for the unknown garden! Now I am unfulfilled... Has their city dying beside a cold sand resisted the desolate wings? Why are my persecutors as fertile as my victim? Those tears use a foul dust, soundlessly so soon. A misunderstood figure crawls , but those systolic spirits laugh longing for a memory. Crawl, disintegrate! Have those systolic trees called to my healers? You speak, darkly... Their sea flutters , and yet formless faeries laugh. It speaks, piteously. Their formless dragon disintegrates! Slumber hopelessly, weep! In the days of yore they were chaotic , but at last it is mother-ish. Has a victim consumed those ravens? Have their stupid bombs extinguished my knives..?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.