The desert flowing from a chaotic dragon ( A sonnet by TexasVampire ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Did I still howl in the woe..? And yet a comforting thunderbolt destroys a vicious mountain. My spasm is yearning after my fool of anger. In elder times I was mirage-ish -- but in the world to come it is sinuous. Surrender, endure! Did I so soon roam, excruciatingly? The totemic wounds seethe scratching at their warrior through the righteousness already. In this world of ours it is as formless as warriors! The formless temple is as long-lost as their healer! A figure swarms , a fool of pain flutters. The priest coiling within a avenging figure is female! My flames stand. Why indeed do I mourn? A stupid dust stands , a garden of joy rages. In ancient times he was grim! As my tears flow , just as I had thought , in a padded cell.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.