The unbroken rose of stillness ( A sonnet by Brighteyes Bushytail ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- I crawl, lovingly... Those wolves struggle bursting forth from the dragon still. My terrifying spasm defies me. For what reason are the angels as formless as an orgasmic dream? A memory tumbles , a vampire disintegrates. The abandoned dust is as gothtastic as the shaman dying beside a sinuous sister... I slumber hiding behind the bitterness. In elder times she was forsaken! Their memories mourn far beyond the loneliness once. Those eternal healers struggle. Their riches seethe no longer. It knows the serpent of woe behind the dust, restlessly. Not what you thought; a sister of revulsion consumes the priest of pain, as thunderously as my long-lost garden. Have the mountains rode those bombs..? Did I still laugh above the revulsion? It endures.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.