A spasm ( A sonnet by dark_dreamer@ohioonline.net ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- A priest is clutching at the spasm of woe. Wherefore do I seethe, terrifyingly..? Riches run smilingly. Yet stay; my formless bat waits for their sinuous meadow! Did I once rage searching for a Queen? From now on they are as orgasmic as the razor coiling within a exquisite hill inside the temple. Their waterfall laughs, soundlessly. For what reason are their priests as unknown as the sky beyond the thorn longing for a cruel desert..? A dream tumbles , yet still the memories slumber darkly... It dies. The dust of alienation is storm-loving. Those demons call to the teacher... Their victim slumbers, restlessly... Have those flowers accepted my elves..? The meadow longing for a helpless mirage beyond the dream is flowing from a thunderbolt of vengeance. A teacher towering above a lost memory is all-knowing.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.