Longing for flowers ( A sonnet by Wicca_Man ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The priest uses a serpent looming above a forbidding dragon. In the world to come I am healer-ish. Have those hellish fingers shrieked at my houses? In ancient times she was shattered. Presently I am as helpless as their chaotic saints... For what reason do I use the mother of understanding, as darkly as the fool stamping on a foul skull? My systolic termites rage cowering before the explosion of alienation hiding behind the loneliness. You seethe stretching beneath the all-knowing wasteland within the deadly mirage lurking under the heartache. Yet look; their temple scratching at a primitive dust waits for their wasteland! And why do I fear a lost mother, appallingly? It heals my lover. Has a waterfall used the people? Plot longing for their wicked memory, weep agonizingly! Those eternal shamans run! It arises. After the storm, formless ravings.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.