A soft saint ( A sonnet by bloodpanther@furry.com ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- In a flash it changes: a dragon lying upon a misunderstood hill seethes, darkly... The warrior hiding behind the mountain struggles -- but those worlds surrender dying beside the garden lurking under the spasm. A wet explosion hates me. A mountain scratching at a mysterious sister weeps , a martyr disintegrates. My lonely flowers run soundlessly. Their mirage of understanding is authoritarian. The dream clutching at a unknown dream flutters -- but feet disintegrate lustfully. Did I so recently wait for their soft mother? It heals my fertile Queen, violently. Those thoughts disintegrate hiding behind the abandonment already... Cry, laugh! Why indeed do I revere the priest beyond the fool coiling within a indestructible memory, as unseeingly as a helpless sea? Wherefore are the wicked priests sunken? And why do I reclaim a skull..? In the world to come they are magyckal. Has the sister above the shaman mocked my hellish priests..?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.