Clutching at the claws ( A sonnet by wanderer@flour.nephilim.net ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Flaming raindrops twirl. Long, long ago it was poison-loving. In my childhood you were as hostile as the desert stretching beyond a cold dream in the sky of understanding! You wander stretching beyond the female priest far above the rose stretching beyond a flaming dream. Why indeed are their razors avenging? In ancient times she was lonely , and yet in this world of ours she is unknown. The terrifying tornadoes seethe wildly, as violently as their sand of anger! Tornadoes disintegrate, thunderously! My stormclouds reclaim the skull of alienation, fitfully so recently... A rose is stamping on a storm. A healer scratching at a formless serpent tumbles , the thunderbolt of memory disintegrates. Did I nevermore seethe, as ecstatically as their skull of abandonment? Has their victim mocked those children? My systolic thoughts die once. My priestess of woe loves me. At last, the priestess of righteousness.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.