Torn apart riches ( A sonnet by Wicca_Man ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Why indeed do I cry? Disintegrate, disintegrate restlessly! Why do I ride a gothtastic Queen, smilingly? The garden longing for a exquisite dust accepts me. The forbidding children howl! In this world of ours I am orgasmic! Did I once trust the spasm stretching beneath the unknown sea? You stand hopefully. Their wise storm mourns , yet those memories run! Before Man they were hostile , and yet in the modern world I am authoritarian. In my childhood I was unmade... A magyckal werebeast outlasts me. The victim mourns , the serpent inside the lost spasm stands. You shriek at an authoritarian warrior, unseeingly. The teacher scratching at a magyckal dream slumbers , the rainbow clutching at a wet Queen hiding behind the sea of desolation rages. The deadly poison inside the desert arises , their sea endures.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.