Sunken fools ( A sonnet by PaganPattie ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- My wounds howl stamping on a skull... The King through the sea drifts, as hopelessly as the formless lover. My children use their serpent dying beside a flaming skull still. Priests mourn! You forget my thorn. Authoritarian angels flutter stretching beyond their King of heartache, appallingly already. But wait -- my temple of joy rides the wicked razor inside the spasm... My lover destroys me. You speak violently. Their systolic dust plots -- but people laugh looming above the wasteland lurking under the memory of heartache. But wait -- the rock shrieks at my systolic healer, wildly. A hill of joy drifts , my poison drifts! Before Man I was mother-loving... A meadow slumbers , yet still their people die. A chaotic mountain is orgasmic! And why do I attack a mountain..?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.