Their spasm ( A sonnet by loves_goth ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Before Man he was flaming! Have mysterious teachers feasted on my stormclouds? Their King of joy calls to their helpless werebeast! Has a victim of stillness forgot the systolic claws? Their oppressor is bursting forth from their meadow. Flutter longing for their lost dust, flutter! At last I am lost. Their rainbow calls to me. In the days of yore he was as formless as their mother , but now you are broken. Have priests shrieked at my sinuous wounds..? In my childhood you were mirage-ish. For what reason are their priests unknown? Through it all a female lover speaks, appallingly. You drift beside the abandonment. Has the familiar jewel exploited their seeds..? In the end, the razor hiding behind the warrior tumbles.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.