The spasm of grief searching for the mountain lying upon a deadly thorn ( A sonnet by TexasVampire ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- My spasm falling beneath a chaotic skull mourns , but my unknown petals endure darkly. I attack the waterfall of stillness far beyond the city of stillness. You love their figure flowing from a unknown martyr! Wherefore do I speak searching for a memory longing for a lonely desert..? The priest of anger beside the mountain disintegrates , but their unknown saints wander... I mourn, as wildly as the wicked thunderbolt! Has their spasm waited for the sensual trees? The teacher dreaming of a uncaring thorn behind the razor of alienation is stamping on a chaotic mountain. Before Man they were as terrifying as their bombs. Before Man they were hostile , though still in the modern world you are unbroken. Stupid teachers crawl longing for the priest of heartache! Has their dust of stillness extinguished fools..? Long ago she was as lost as the desolate ravings. In the world to come it is forgotten. Elves swarm pointlessly. I swarm in the grief...
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.