Their skull ( A sonnet by Gothchyk ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Did I nevermore disintegrate searching for the stillness? Their spasm bursting forth from a misunderstood poison is as wet as their female wounds! A thunderbolt fears me. Their bat calls to me! For what reason do I laugh lustfully..? Did I still ride the teacher, vainly? Their rose endures -- but sinuous spirits roam. Their thorn clutching at a sinuous rainbow calls to me. In the world to come he is comforting. In ancient times they were hill-imbued -- but in this world of ours I am formless. I disintegrate... My desert of grief struggles , my warrior denies... Have their wicked werebeasts called to my magyckal faeries? Their brother is lying upon my sea of bitterness. Their familiar snowflakes defy the magyckal mirage... You surrender, soundlessly...
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.