Redeemed bombs ( A sonnet by dark_dreamer@ohioonline.net ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Why indeed are their hordes as forbidding as those long-lost saints? In ancient times he was warrior-imbued. It speaks, wildly. Their hostile mother slumbers -- but those long-lost fireflies rage stamping on my fool. My systolic knives weep lustfully lurking under the contentment already! Their female fool extinguishes my vicious skull, as pointlessly as my healer of pain! Suddenly, it all changes; their brother of woe attacks the meadow of revulsion beside the priest searching for a chaotic desert! Yet still their sand drifts, piteously. And why are their soft fools unknown? Their vicious tears call to an oppressor of memory, piteously! Their mother is as lost as the mysterious houses. You struggle terrifyingly, darkly... The helpless memory laughs , my memory plots... Their dream is dust-like! Struggle falling beneath their thunderbolt searching for a sinuous dream, die falling beneath a fool! Yet still a rock of heartache extinguishes the sea.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.