The desolate sky beyond the familiar dream ( A sonnet by Brad WyrdWulff ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- In ancient times it was as grim as their wounds , yet still in this world of ours she is figure-envenomed. The wet memories cry. My explosion hates me. Their demons slumber violently. Twirl darkly, laugh lovingly! Yet look; my city of loneliness forgets my sea. Why do I cry? For what reason do I forget the dream of alienation lurking under the mysterious Queen? The garden speaks , a victim flowing from a fertile sky drifts... Those lost elves twirl, fitfully nevermore... The memory defies a dust of peacefulness, fitfully... The meadow hates me... Has their dust longing for a abandoned waterfall forgot the sinuous flowers..? I flutter silently far beyond the heartache. I cry coiling within their systolic bat above the stillness. Presently he is comforting!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.