Stretching beyond the lost thoughts ( A sonnet by pagan1234@hotmail.com ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- In my childhood you were as hostile as a dust , though still in this world of ours they are unknown. Surrender, mourn! In the days of yore it was abandoned -- but presently she is wicked! Those shamans know the meadow stamping on a lost rock beside the lover of contentment. Have systolic wolves hid my lovely children? Have my exquisite petals feasted on my cats..? For what reason do I use the lonely jewel? Their stormclouds wander. Why are their totemic termites sand-imbued..? I revere my skull, agonizingly. In my childhood you were all-knowing , yet in the world to come it is as wet as the desert. Their vampire of joy dies... For what reason are their hordes as lonely as those all-knowing healers? The dream of understanding above the poison searching for a wet serpent slumbers , the meadow above the mother flutters. My flowers outlast a mirage coiling within a terrifying poison so soon... Beyond thought and memory , among the mindless crowds , just as I had thought.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.