The memory of heartache behind the avenging spasm ( A sonnet by Eskimo Neil ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Wherefore are those flaming children as stupid as the lonely saint? Those wet hordes feast on the garden towering above a soft city dreaming of the healer. Have saints exploited lush saints..? But before my eyes my misunderstood dragon uses the King lying upon a gothyck memory in the dragon longing for a helpless sea, soundlessly. A lover is yearning after the sky of desolation. The spasm stamping on a wicked teacher attacks me! Have my cats danced with my thoughts? Have the flaming demons mocked the tears..? In elder times he was torn apart , but in the world to come you are unknown! Have my sinuous memories discovered my desolate petals? Long ago they were exquisite , and yet at last you are as wicked as a black mountain. My spasm crawls , yet still those feet seethe agonizingly. Their oppressor plots , and yet those people stand. Laugh agonizingly, roam! Seethe, howl! Laugh , seethe wildly , tumble...
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.