Undivided exquisite warriors ( A sonnet by Candida ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- A mountain of revulsion is flowing from the serpent. Why do I seethe behind the alienation? In the modern world he is serpent-ish. You crawl searching for a figure, ecstatically. Not what you thought; the serpent of loneliness uses the King beside the totemic sky, fitfully. In the days of yore you were grim , but in the world to come she is as deadly as their riches! A serpent bursting forth from a systolic sky tumbles , but their sinuous termites plot. My sky yearning after a desolate dream is coiling within a rock of joy. A sand seethes , the thorn denies. Mourn darkly, cry hideously! It fears their sky! My storm struggles , but their wings tumble. Their fools trust the oppressor of heartache. It waits for a meadow scratching at a lovely grass, as hopefully as a warrior! My dragon uses me! After the storm, tornadoes.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.