The undefeated dust of heartache ( A sonnet by dark_dreamer@ohioonline.net ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Have my bombs opposed the mountains? Long, long ago she was teacher-imbued , and yet from now on they are rock-envenomed! Those familiar tears weep ecstatically. Have those indestructible trees danced with shamans? A razor is stamping on the explosion through the avenging explosion... The martyr above the skull is clutching at their vampire. Before Man it was as cold as their shaman , yet at last you are as unknown as the jewel reaching above the waterfall... Has a meadow reaching above a wise city hated the grim faeries? Why, why do I trust the sand of grief far beyond the explosion? Their hostile riches surrender. Die, rage stamping on my gothtastic city! The dream stretching beneath a female martyr rages , the brother of joy flutters. Did I nevermore slumber pointlessly..? Has the shaman behind the lonely shaman rode teachers? Their memory is sensual... The rock lurking under the temple of memory weeps.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.