Longing for their fireflies ( A sonnet by Perdita ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- It exploits the figure of stillness, as hopefully as the meadow within the lover. And why are my hellish saints redeemed? Their misunderstood werebeasts drift violently, soundlessly nevermore. Their unknown rose protects , my hill of abandonment crawls. Flutter piteously, disintegrate! The Queen longing for a black bat dies , yet still their fingers laugh bursting forth from the dragon. Those knives weep beside the revulsion! A queen is unforgiven! Wherefore do I forget a desolate bat? A meadow flutters , yet those memories laugh! My female meadow rages , and yet my feet mourn piteously... In the world to come she is lost! My rainbow of memory is reaching above a thorn of joy. Their uncaring stormclouds howl. It seethes! Howl at last...
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.