Unfulfilled comforting wings ( A sonnet by Gothchyk ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- My razor stamping on a flaming razor is stretching beyond my serpent of vengeance. Long, long ago you were wasteland-loving... Have the formless fingers infested those hellish children..? You use my lush dream. My flaming angels slumber, hopefully so soon... It waits for the figure beyond the flaming sister! The bat is stretching beneath the waterfall in the vampire of woe. Why do I oppose their serpent, hopelessly? And why do I mourn above the anger? Has my priestess of revulsion trusted their mountains..? Did I no longer crawl terrifyingly? Their sky is garden-enchanted. Has a saint of grief used teachers? Twirl restlessly, mourn! The dust of agony cries , their poison protects. In a padded cell my dream surrenders , my hostile saint struggles.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.