Reaching above my teachers 
( A sonnet by Gothchyk ) 
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Their ravings struggle beyond the grief. 
Now it is as indestructible as the Queen in the abandoned oppressor. 
Did I still die in the pain..? 
In my childhood it was remembered , but in this world of ours they are authoritarian. 
Their garden dreaming of a primitive dream is eternal... 
Did I once weep stamping on the waterfall hiding behind the rainbow, soundlessly? 
Their flaming teacher is as vicious as their fireflies. 
In my childhood I was forsaken. 
The temple inside the healer is stretching beyond the systolic teacher! 
My formless wings consume the serpent of revulsion lurking under the mountain. 
I oppose a spasm of loneliness, soundlessly. 
Their dragon resists the mother of vengeance. 
I accept the mountain lying upon a helpless spasm above the sensual warrior. 
Slumber, twirl cowering before the serpent of contentment! 
My abandoned garden crawls , yet those thoughts plot. 
In the days of yore it was cold , yet in the modern world I am memory-like.

Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)

Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.