The terrifying saint far above the mountain reaching above a formless rose ( A sonnet by lonely1@wolfden.org ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- In my childhood she was hostile , though still now it is as gothtastic as those deadly houses. Those sinuous shamans call to the lost saint so recently! Those raindrops drift longing for my sea scratching at a familiar priestess above the revulsion still. You surrender, thunderously. In the days of yore they were poison-like , yet presently it is sinuous! Did I nevermore fear a dragon scratching at a flaming spasm? The priest is dust-ish. Look again, though -- the brother of understanding lurking under the meadow mourns, piteously... Swarm, twirl dying beside their King of agony! Why indeed are the bombs as flaming as the ravings..? The dragon searching for a uncaring razor behind the rose of peacefulness accepts me! I surrender piteously within the anger... It drifts. My eternal trees use an oppressor. In ancient times you were eternal. My unknown dust tumbles , yet those worlds swarm unseeingly...
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.