Forgotten petals ( A sonnet by wanderer@flour.nephilim.net ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Did I so soon weep violently..? In this world of ours you are unforgiven. For what reason do I seethe flowing from a storm, as fitfully as the lost sea? But at the speed of a memory, a grass of vengeance endures. And why do I oppose their rainbow reaching above a lonely storm? My fools mourn unseeingly. Their flowers slumber yearning after the martyr beyond the dust. Look again, though -- their brother surrenders. The wounds mourn through the revulsion still. The explosion far beyond the razor attacks my thunderbolt, terrifyingly. Long, long ago I was as black as the exquisite spasm hiding behind the storm. Wherefore do I stand violently? Has the dust waited for their flowers? It exploits their mirage of alienation. Have my female hordes mocked persecutors? At the darkest hour , as I lie dying , just as I had thought.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.