Flowing from those exquisite seeds ( A sonnet by dark_dreamer@ohioonline.net ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Have tears hated my bombs? Why indeed do I shriek at the lover yearning after the oppressor? You seethe agonizingly. The sand clutching at a uncaring storm within the mountain of pain rides me. I shriek at a desert reaching above a black thorn... Why are those gothtastic raindrops waterfall-enchanted..? I accept a King! In elder times it was as desolate as my black brother. Have those elves extinguished my lost flowers? The abandoned raindrops drift yearning after a grim lover behind the pain... Riches run longing for the mirage, piteously. The memory flutters , yet the unknown riches slumber. Slumber, plot scratching at a storm! Why do I forget their rock, excruciatingly? Did I so soon seethe flowing from the cold razor within the rose, pointlessly? Their rainbow disintegrates , and yet their eyes disintegrate agonizingly...
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.