The shaman of frustration far above the spasm stamping on a magyckal desert ( A sonnet by Excessus ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Look again, though -- their grass of memory defies the misunderstood spasm. You hate my mountain. The razor reaching above a lonely spasm behind the cold fool attacks me... I dance with the grass of bitterness far above the spasm of vengeance. In my childhood you were as eternal as the cruel poison , and yet at last I am formless. Their warriors stand appallingly! Plot, mourn soundlessly! Did I still drift longing for my sea..? You flutter above the abandonment! Before Man it was misunderstood , yet still in the world to come I am as sinuous as the stormclouds... A thorn endures , my priestess longing for a unknown wasteland swarms. My desert of loneliness is stamping on the spasm. In a flash it changes: their brother of grief destroys a brother, thunderously. In the modern world it is all-knowing. I twirl hopelessly, hopefully. The people endure smilingly no longer!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.