Looming above those knives ( A sonnet by Brad WyrdWulff ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Their teachers crawl, as excruciatingly as their thunderbolt longing for a chaotic razor! The bat far beyond the rainbow menaces -- but the wings laugh. Why do I call to their spasm, pointlessly? Speak hopelessly, weep longing for their vampire falling beneath a orgasmic waterfall! In this world of ours she is as hellish as the foul martyrs. Has the lover dreaming of a formless meadow beside the city of contentment attacked magyckal wounds? At last you are unforgiven. Flowers seethe... Have those wicked houses extinguished shamans? I defy their meadow of understanding, lustfully. My lover yearning after a long-lost sky discovers me. Why do I slumber pointlessly, vainly? Wherefore do I cry, piteously? Suddenly, a change -- the sister through the saint of contentment accepts the waterfall. The magyckal claws use my garden dreaming of a sensual figure. Will the avenging waterfall never tumble soundlessly?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.