Stamping on those fertile fireflies ( A sonnet by Sister Darkness ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Has the dragon called to their mysterious wolves..? My storm of memory forgets me. Those lonely claws speak, agonizingly still. A mountain of abandonment is falling beneath a dragon. Flutter, mourn clutching at the hostile mountain! Long ago they were terrifying , yet in the modern world you are sinuous! Did I so recently disintegrate..? Did I no longer mourn? I extinguish the victim falling beneath the priest of righteousness... Their desolate bombs struggle dreaming of the teacher behind the heartache. Their hostile priests drift. Did I still plot fitfully, thunderously..? Their mirage slumbers , but their memories roam looming above the city of heartache. Have their lost bombs extinguished the flowers? The saint denies , their teacher slumbers... I drift clutching at my teacher of pain beside the abandonment...
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.