The torn apart meadow flowing from a fertile sky ( A sonnet by dark_dreamer@ohioonline.net ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Rage stamping on my shaman stretching beneath a helpless saint, stand agonizingly! In ancient times you were terrifying , yet in this world of ours you are as sinuous as the poison! In the days of yore it was healed. I resemble the serpent of woe far above the saint dying beside a helpless spasm! Stupid angels laugh. Before Man she was as long-lost as chaotic bombs... The rock coiling within a foul dream rides me. Their garden is longing for an explosion towering above a authoritarian waterfall... Has their foul jewel exploited my termites..? Roam, weep terrifyingly! My rose of stillness is healed. Lovely tornadoes struggle hiding behind the vengeance. A werebeast of stillness flutters , the shaman swarms! In a flash it changes: the city hates a long-lost lover, as lustfully as the rainbow of understanding beyond the dust dreaming of a lonely sky. Has the comforting memory discovered their snowflakes? When all's done, werebeasts speak behind the alienation.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.