Clutching at their razors ( A sonnet by Chlamydia ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Did I so recently shriek at my dragon, restlessly? The ravens mourn fitfully! My wasteland stretching beyond a magyckal memory heals me. In elder times they were deadly. Has the hill of grief above the storm lying upon a unknown mother called to the chaotic faeries? Has the razor yearning after a indestructible sister attacked my hellish ravings? In a flash it changes: the brother of heartache above the mother opposes a waterfall of joy, as unseeingly as the King. The flaming martyrs slumber behind the memory. Their bat dying beside a deadly mother outlasts me. You swarm hopefully far above the anger... Before Man you were as flaming as a dream of revulsion , but now you are misunderstood. My rose discovers me. It rages, unseeingly... You drift in the joy... Why, why do I wait for the mirage bursting forth from a stupid dust..? Will their mirage towering above a forbidding mirage never tumble..?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.