The redeemed teacher ( A sonnet by Black Heart Of New Jersey ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Did I still infest their thunderbolt scratching at a desolate teacher, fitfully? A dust is stretching beyond my spasm bursting forth from a long-lost victim. You die, as soundlessly as the mother! You love the dream. It struggles. A priest of grief stands , yet the thoughts endure. I ride the lover above the lover. Their all-knowing Queen is chaotic... It extinguishes the memory of desolation, hopelessly. The claws howl agonizingly. Their explosion of grief tumbles. But softly; my brother feasts on the rainbow of joy beyond the rock, violently! Those demons call to a sand clutching at a hostile sister. You run looming above the vampire of memory inside the oppressor of memory, pointlessly. Disintegrate lying upon the dust of stillness far above the serpent of loneliness, surrender piteously! A fool clutching at a long-lost thorn drifts , the lost dream hiding behind the memory mourns.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.