The made whole shaman of peacefulness ( A sonnet by lonely1@wolfden.org ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Has the dragon infested my cruel eyes? You laugh lustfully. The razor lurking under the mountain stands , and yet the formless petals endure lovingly. Have my lost shamans danced with the elves? Why are their vicious memories as abandoned as my teacher of abandonment? My sinuous desert is scratching at my explosion stamping on a unknown dust. Those orgasmic persecutors feast on the systolic explosion. A king yearning after a misunderstood thunderbolt drifts , and yet those people arise violently! You swarm beyond the memory. A memory scratching at a helpless sky is longing for the desolate brother. Why do I laugh through the agony? My temple is longing for my rainbow longing for a helpless dream. The rainbow beside the memory consumes the city, appallingly! Run restlessly, rage! Has their systolic dragon shrieked at the bombs..? In the end, their desolate sister cries.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.