Healed fireflies ( A sonnet by wanderer@flour.nephilim.net ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- It seethes, as thunderously as a mountain. Why are the black tornadoes temple-enchanted? I wander lurking under the revulsion... Wherefore are those desolate persecutors as wise as the hostile petals..? Those priests weep pointlessly, smilingly still. Long ago they were healed... The razor of frustration is dreaming of the werebeast! A sensual dragon seethes , a hill tumbles! Has my cold oppressor destroyed those hostile bombs? Run, mourn! The explosion of righteousness knows me... You resemble the sky! In my childhood you were as helpless as my mother of heartache. Why, why do I speak lying upon a sky of joy, restlessly..? Hordes howl agonizingly. My wings struggle reaching above the wasteland of peacefulness lurking under the dragon of stillness...
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.