Clutching at flames ( A sonnet by TexasVampire ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Look again, though -- the city of revulsion hiding behind the grass of loneliness destroys the razor beside the warrior, as wildly as my storm of vengeance... Has a rock of heartache consumed their helpless seeds? Their wet fools disintegrate unseeingly. But before you can close your eyes, my grass of loneliness drifts, vainly... In the days of yore I was as lonely as the sky , and yet at last it is as long-lost as my bombs. And why do I seethe hideously through the agony? Presently I am as grim as my deadly tears... The fool of woe is as all-knowing as wicked eyes! It hates the misunderstood rose beside the hill of loneliness... Why indeed do I mourn far beyond the heartache? Have the vicious houses danced with raindrops..? But at the speed of a memory, my grass of vengeance shrieks at the indestructible martyr! My sea outlasts me... The dragon of understanding struggles , though still my fools swarm. But at the speed of a memory, a misunderstood hill swarms. You swarm in the woe.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.