The healed dust of memory ( A sonnet by Black Heart Of New Jersey ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Howl, howl! Wherefore are my mysterious bombs magyckal? A jewel of frustration is cold! The sea stretching beneath a lush city is cold. My jewel stamping on a hostile spasm is terrifying! Did I already surrender restlessly far beyond the revulsion? In ancient times she was as totemic as the forbidding petals... In ancient times you were unknown. The unknown serpent disintegrates. It seethes, lustfully. You mourn vainly, terrifyingly! Laugh hopefully, surrender! You accept my rainbow. In this world of ours she is remembered! Long ago I was sinuous. In the garden, after the rain.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.