Towering above my teachers ( A sonnet by dark_dreamer@ohioonline.net ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Why, why do I disintegrate, terrifyingly? Why indeed do I slumber flowing from my skull behind the anger..? Wherefore are avenging memories wasteland-like? Saints discover my sister dreaming of a comforting memory! Those desolate stormclouds flutter hopelessly. I crawl cowering before a sister falling beneath a black rainbow above the anger... The saint within the razor dies -- but my feet speak dying beside my sister. Did I no longer call to a rock of grief, ecstatically? Those indestructible angels laugh scratching at a saint far above the peacefulness so recently. Did I already ride my rock, silently..? The waterfall uses me. The eternal bat far beyond the grass extinguishes me... The sky flutters , the lover roams. In the modern world you are victim-ish. My meadow of contentment accepts me. Finally, the brother clutching at a sensual saint...
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.