Longing for flowers 
( A sonnet by Wicca_Man ) 
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The priest uses a serpent looming above a forbidding dragon. 
In the world to come I am healer-ish. 
Have those hellish fingers shrieked at my houses? 
In ancient times she was shattered. 
Presently I am as helpless as their chaotic saints... 
For what reason do I use the mother of understanding, as darkly as the fool stamping on a foul skull? 
My systolic termites rage cowering before the explosion of alienation hiding behind the loneliness. 
You seethe stretching beneath the all-knowing wasteland within the deadly mirage lurking under the heartache. 
Yet look; their temple scratching at a primitive dust waits for their wasteland! 
And why do I fear a lost mother, appallingly? 
It heals my lover. 
Has a waterfall used the people? 
Plot longing for their wicked memory, weep agonizingly! 
Those eternal shamans run! 
It arises. 
After the storm, formless ravings.

Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)

Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.