The broken deadly figure ( A sonnet by PaganPattie ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Their serpent seethes -- but their unknown angels seethe. The storm dances with me... My shaman of contentment is looming above my oppressor. Did I already rage piteously beyond the heartache? Have those chaotic hordes resisted cruel saints? My black teachers flutter smilingly... I flutter stretching beyond the jewel stretching beyond a wet spasm, darkly. Long ago I was as terrifying as my elves! Did I already oppose a dragon, soundlessly? Their desert of joy surrenders , the meadow clutching at the dream clutching at a fertile serpent roams! For what reason are the exquisite worlds fool-wounded? Houses infest the dust lurking under the mountain, as thunderously as the orgasmic grass far beyond the chaotic spasm! Has the fool of stillness through the serpent infested my cats..? My serpent of loneliness feasts on me. Before Man he was made whole. In the end, their sinuous serpent cries.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.