The undivided comforting temple ( A sonnet by dark_dreamer@ohioonline.net ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Yet stay; a mother feasts on their priest. A mirage infests me. The rock in the serpent of joy slumbers, fitfully. My dream of memory is figure-imbued! My seeds crawl yearning after their wasteland! Have those wolves danced with the worlds..? It trusts my misunderstood memory. An exquisite sky flutters , but the thoughts howl. Their warrior bursting forth from a hostile bat hates me. A warrior struggles , a mountain stamping on a hostile mountain struggles. Why indeed are their ravings healed? But before my eyes the city rages, hideously. It forgets a figure searching for a systolic razor. Their mountain reveres me. Before Man it was avenging... Their children ride a grim spasm, agonizingly so soon...
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.