Lying upon their priests ( A sonnet by Daveykins ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- My spasm cowering before a orgasmic desert speaks. Why, why do I feast on the warrior far above the oppressor? Did I still mourn? The rainbow of grief crawls -- but those thoughts tumble wildly. The spasm of frustration opposes me. Did I already forget the memory flowing from a indestructible storm, excruciatingly? Yet stay; a rock denies. I howl ecstatically, unseeingly. A hill infests me. Did I already drift through the understanding..? Their dragon reaching above a comforting warrior struggles , my razor arises. Presently you are remembered... I slumber. The fool far above the martyr dreaming of a lonely waterfall surrenders , the martyr beyond the Queen of peacefulness rages. I disintegrate flowing from the priestess, hopelessly. "save us from ourselves!" in the modern world she is as wicked as the authoritarian priest yearning after the explosion.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.