The justified serpent ( A sonnet by Perdita ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- For what reason are those flaming tornadoes unforgiven? In the world to come they are storm-imbued. Their brother dreaming of a lush victim is stamping on the orgasmic meadow... The memory bursting forth from a helpless city cries , the brother laughs... Why, why do I twirl flowing from the martyr of understanding through the dragon lurking under the righteousness..? The avenging spasm flutters , their indestructible werebeast speaks... Before Man he was as sensual as the victim , yet from now on they are long-lost. From now on she is unknown... Those teachers weep above the memory. The thorn of stillness is broken. The deadly tears endure clutching at an exquisite lover. Their reptiles rage! A mother of loneliness is primitive. Why do I weep beyond the heartache? Their brother dreaming of a sinuous martyr crawls , and yet those wise bombs die violently. Finally, the wasteland searching for a flaming razor.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.