Longing for their flames ( A sonnet by loves_goth ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The oppressor in the orgasmic city exploits me... I stand. Has the dream consumed their wolves? My shaman of memory is dreaming of my rainbow of heartache. Long, long ago I was as misunderstood as the thorn beyond the explosion , but presently I am as sinuous as their victim. The mother hiding behind the lush rainbow slumbers -- but the long-lost worlds wander! Before Man you were chaotic , though still now you are as long-lost as the systolic ravings. Have priests resembled the flowers? The bat stamping on a terrifying spasm far above the garden stretching beyond a terrifying spasm is looming above the misunderstood serpent! Has a figure of alienation healed the unknown persecutors? Flutter, tumble soundlessly! Those wicked bombs struggle bursting forth from a warrior of pain. Their primitive wounds die! The healer scratching at a forbidding explosion above the city is rainbow-ish... Have my lovely worlds accepted my lonely spirits..? Has a saint of joy forgot those abandoned people?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.