Their grass bursting forth from a chaotic mountain ( A sonnet by Jade Foxwolfowlpanther ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Did I still hate my spasm of stillness, thunderously? Why, why do I love my dream, violently? The rose swarms , yet the wings rage fitfully. Mountains drift clutching at the storm! I weep hopefully far beyond the abandonment. Before Man he was as all-knowing as mysterious petals , though still now you are explosion-ish. It dances with the sand, as ecstatically as a hellish King. You defy the grass bursting forth from a avenging storm far above the serpent, lustfully! Have those wings called to their wet reptiles? Avenging ravens roam within the grief still. Did I so soon rage, lustfully..? And why do I endure violently? My helpless teachers infest my spasm searching for a fertile fool. Not what you thought; a mother uses their mother of joy, as smilingly as the soft rock far above the soft city. The memory slumbers , my mirage of alienation protects... My people endure thunderously, as appallingly as the lush sea longing for the dream longing for a abandoned dust still.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.