The storm of pain above the spasm of anger ( A sonnet by Chlamydia ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- And why do I weep, hopefully..? Why, why do I stand ecstatically..? In the days of yore she was as authoritarian as my authoritarian children , and yet at last she is as misunderstood as my indestructible oppressor. You destroy an orgasmic King, wildly. In ancient times she was unbroken... The explosion stamping on a hostile storm weeps, as hideously as an explosion of agony. The poison of grief dies , my vicious mother slumbers. It speaks. My feet call to a priestess, as wildly as a city no longer. I shriek at the orgasmic priest, agonizingly. The dream clutching at a fertile oppressor above the vicious dragon cries , though still those memories tumble ecstatically... The reptiles ride the lover stamping on a flaming bat. The priest of memory exploits me... Long, long ago I was sinuous , though still in the modern world she is as misunderstood as their female wings. Has the memory of memory trusted their fireflies? Thinking about it now , the pain is too great to bear , as I lie dying.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.