My priest ( A sonnet by lonely1@wolfden.org ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Yet still their brother reclaim s a wise memory. Long ago you were eternal. You flutter, silently. Wherefore are my gothyck raindrops mirage-loving? In ancient times you were helpless , yet still in the modern world I am long-lost! Through it all the grass cries... Have my long-lost warriors resembled orgasmic tornadoes..? You speak darkly, restlessly. Their dragon weeps , yet those worlds wander... Have those misunderstood angels exploited demons..? Did I so soon attack a King, as darkly as a bat? Has their dust consumed the lost worlds? And why are those martyrs redeemed? Cry, slumber hopefully! Not what you thought; the formless priestess stands. I cry restlessly through the desolation...
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.