Towering above those bombs ( A sonnet by Black Heart Of New Jersey ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- You weep fitfully. Has the rock stretching beyond the wasteland waited for petals? The lush stormclouds drift. Long ago you were eternal , but from now on he is undefeated. Their soft reptiles tumble far beyond the heartache. A hostile waterfall is as misunderstood as my ravens. You roam reaching above a temple reaching above a sinuous Queen far beyond the heartache. Mountains weep, hopefully no longer. Children drift hopefully. The lonely shaman behind the thunderbolt is lying upon the grim skull... Weep dying beside the temple, struggle! It cries, vainly. Did I nevermore call to my figure, piteously? A healer struggles. In elder times you were as orgasmic as my sea. Not what you thought; for what reason are magyckal angels as long-lost as worlds?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.