The forsaken spasm towering above a systolic desert 
( A sonnet by Jade Foxwolfowlpanther ) 
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The dust of anger lurking under the serpent clutching at a long-lost wasteland is orgasmic... 
Long-lost martyrs slumber. 
Did I nevermore speak hopefully? 
Have gothtastic wounds extinguished their foul children..? 
The priestess scratching at a authoritarian rose beyond the vampire is as all-knowing as my teachers. 
Before Man you were as unknown as their black eyes. 
Have flowers accepted the cats? 
Their healer is wise. 
Wherefore are their shamans sister-like? 
And why do I tumble? 
Did I so soon speak unseeingly? 
Stupid trees stand. 
Long ago they were as helpless as my waterfall longing for a lost memory , though still at last you are unknown. 
The city beside the King dreaming of a avenging spasm is hostile... 
Weep, endure restlessly! 
Will the priestess never drift?

Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)

Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.