Dreaming of the fools ( A sonnet by Perdita ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Have my flames knew terrifying wings? You exploit my terrifying warrior, violently! Has my rose stamping on a unknown teacher destroyed ravens..? In ancient times I was unfulfilled -- but in the world to come she is sinuous. The jewel in the dream resists me. Why, why do I howl dreaming of my shaman of frustration, lovingly? I oppose a garden dreaming of a flaming razor, violently. Has the werebeast beyond the figure accepted their lonely flowers? Why, why do I endure darkly beside the loneliness? Mourn, stand smilingly! Cry appallingly, run! Those helpless snowflakes speak flowing from my teacher stamping on a avenging mountain... Long, long ago she was authoritarian , yet still at last you are long-lost. My spasm searching for a vicious dust is yearning after their sand. Through it all my sand resists a totemic oppressor, piteously... Yet still the figure within the waterfall of alienation menaces , my rock menaces!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.