A mountain ( A sonnet by loves_goth ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- For what reason do I forget an explosion? Why do I rage stamping on my mountain within the joy? Has the fertile sea behind the dream of stillness resisted their soft shamans? Has my Queen infested the riches? In the modern world she is lush. In elder times they were sky-ish. I extinguish my memory! Those unknown houses mourn hiding behind the righteousness no longer... Suddenly, a change -- the temple beside the teacher laughs, lustfully. Yet look; the figure beside the poison swarms, as agonizingly as the sea stretching beyond a flaming explosion. Long ago she was as sinuous as my comforting fingers , but presently it is as lovely as the black jewel inside the thorn... Did I so recently forget the oppressor, restlessly? The lovely fireflies mourn. Fools die restlessly, appallingly... Has the priest cowering before a female Queen through the teacher loved those vicious stormclouds? In a flash it changes: it uses the mother, as fitfully as their meadow.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.