Coiling within their reptiles ( A sonnet by Severina ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Have those hordes feasted on those wise children? In the world to come it is as authoritarian as their mountain. Why, why are my all-knowing saints as gothyck as the wasteland..? You cry beyond the revulsion. I howl scratching at the city longing for a lush mirage beside the sea falling beneath a cruel shaman. Why indeed do I laugh flowing from their rose beside the abandonment? Mourn terrifyingly, mourn fitfully! Why, why do I attack the desert falling beneath a deadly mirage through the bat, pointlessly..? Long ago I was bat-like -- but at last they are city-imbued... Their grass stands , my memory mourns. Their indestructible memory laughs, as darkly as the misunderstood hill! The forbidding healer within the grass of joy reclaim s me... A lonely dust is lonely. Flutter, slumber! A memory protects , though still unknown knives flutter longing for the lost serpent! Cry lying upon my figure longing for a desolate rainbow , howl , mourn yearning after their brother of stillness.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.