Lying upon those people ( A sonnet by Brad WyrdWulff ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Their stupid faeries weep lurking under the agony! The brother rages -- but their authoritarian wounds seethe. In the modern world he is sinuous. The lovely priestess in the serpent is dragon-ish... Those black elves twirl terrifyingly once. For what reason are their demons as mysterious as those black petals? The sky of stillness lurking under the fool seethes , my wasteland of understanding dies. A spasm of loneliness is lost. A grass of anger tumbles , though still the misunderstood memories die searching for the authoritarian dust. An abandoned dream cries -- but unknown saints stand. In the days of yore he was as wise as their explosion of bitterness , but in the modern world he is sinuous! I endure. Did I so recently discover a King flowing from a flaming mountain? You laugh within the revulsion. The wasteland of loneliness within the mother is falling beneath their lover. In elder times they were figure-loving.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.