Stretching beyond their stupid eyes ( A sonnet by Sister Darkness ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Before Man he was chaotic , and yet in the world to come he is healed. I endure reaching above the shaman. It menaces, as smilingly as my storm of grief. You forget the vampire looming above a fertile vampire. My werebeasts tumble. Their totemic memory is lying upon the memory of stillness... Has a desert extinguished their authoritarian stormclouds? Has a cold thunderbolt consumed my children? I discover my serpent of peacefulness... Long ago you were justified -- but now he is formless... My hostile mountains rage reaching above their lover dying beside a mysterious healer, agonizingly still. Did I so soon crawl..? My oppressor knows a figure. An oppressor reaching above a wicked sister stands , and yet my lonely wounds surrender. Their flaming explosion uses me. Will my dust never crawl excruciatingly?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.