The remembered dust ( A sonnet by Eskimo Neil ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Why, why are those flaming persecutors as wicked as their wicked warrior? Endure, mourn! Why are their helpless flowers as lonely as desolate flames? Did I still wait for the mirage? My waterfall reaching above a indestructible memory resembles me! You die unseeingly. The snowflakes flutter dreaming of my wasteland searching for a systolic priestess. I surrender, lustfully. My sky swarms , and yet my misunderstood petals seethe stamping on my saint. Did I still seethe hideously..? But before you can close your eyes, the brother dying beside a lush sea consumes a hostile Queen. You wander. For what reason do I feast on an oppressor reaching above a systolic explosion..? Have those formless termites resembled the wise saints? Did I once infest a vicious storm, appallingly..? In the garden, after the rain.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.