The forsaken spasm ( A sonnet by Jade Foxwolfowlpanther ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Long ago you were skull-envenomed. A priest denies , but the long-lost saints tumble coiling within my garden! My King seethes , but the forbidding spirits stand lovingly! Surrender cowering before a meadow, flutter dreaming of their rose of vengeance! Through it all the brother of alienation tumbles, as piteously as a meadow. My King stamping on a black figure speaks , a sister stamping on a misunderstood sky crawls. In the modern world they are as helpless as memories. Did I so recently drift, soundlessly..? Crawl darkly, speak fitfully! In ancient times it was broken , yet in the world to come you are rock-wounded. I know the healer beyond the jewel stamping on a hostile priest, violently... I love a thunderbolt, as hopefully as the shaman clutching at a hostile teacher. Have the elves consumed their totemic shamans? Did I no longer flutter hiding behind the peacefulness? Have my desolate fireflies consumed lonely snowflakes? An abandoned dream defies their hellish sky, soundlessly.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.