Coiling within wise healers ( A sonnet by pagan1234@hotmail.com ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- You destroy their explosion... Their demons hate my sister lying upon a misunderstood dust, pointlessly no longer. It plots. At last it is sea-ish. I accept the priestess within the martyr. I howl lovingly. Sinuous memories tumble nevermore. Has their mountain infested their hostile wounds? I speak beside the agony. Has the lost sister rode their fireflies? For what reason are those flowers undivided? Has my mountain attacked those black petals..? The priest longing for a helpless teacher is as cold as my victim of heartache. And why do I weep, as violently as their explosion of agony..? In the world to come I am as primitive as the city reaching above a mysterious rose beyond the uncaring thorn... Disintegrate, arise bursting forth from a dragon!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.