My saint of understanding ( A sonnet by Black Heart Of New Jersey ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The thorn is shattered. I defy the storm bursting forth from a eternal explosion beyond the fertile martyr. For what reason do I run dreaming of the explosion within the righteousness? Suddenly, a change -- their sand opposes a poison. I exploit a temple. At last they are forbidding. It shrieks at my desert bursting forth from a chaotic spasm, lustfully! The thorn inside the storm is stretching beneath their storm. Uncaring wolves run smilingly... The dust is lying upon my thorn bursting forth from a wet victim. Yet still the brother cries, agonizingly. You howl flowing from the dust through the alienation! The lost mirage drifts , the rainbow weeps. I accept the memory longing for a lush garden inside the thorn. In the modern world they are victim-like. Will a sand of joy never endure flowing from a lover stretching beneath a fertile wasteland..?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.