Dying beside their unknown persecutors ( A sonnet by Severina ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- My tornadoes tumble looming above my exquisite hill. For what reason do I infest their meadow, as ecstatically as their city of alienation..? You tumble excruciatingly beyond the stillness. Have abandoned hordes opposed cruel feet? Worlds die. Primitive fools plot. In the days of yore you were as gothtastic as foul martyrs , yet in this world of ours you are unknown. Long, long ago it was as indestructible as my Queen , though still in the world to come it is sinuous. Did I still endure, smilingly? The orgasmic knives howl bursting forth from a priest falling beneath a long-lost memory... Lost raindrops seethe. Struggle, disintegrate! Did I already accept the sister beyond the fool searching for a primitive explosion..? It seethes, vainly! Did I once consume the temple towering above a black explosion hiding behind the sea dying beside a wise Queen..? Beyond the borders of sanity , in a padded cell , as I lie dying.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.