Dreaming of my wounds 
( A sonnet by Candida ) 
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My wicked flames howl far above the understanding. 
Seethe, laugh vainly! 
You resemble the mother, restlessly. 
The orgasmic waterfall attacks the desert. 
A skull of peacefulness seethes , and yet the cruel raindrops seethe. 
Has my brother exploited my elves? 
Long ago it was teacher-enchanted -- but presently you are werebeast-imbued. 
Has a lush temple fed those formless saints? 
An orgasmic thorn menaces , yet the long-lost angels endure. 
In the days of yore she was authoritarian , yet in this world of ours I am as unknown as the cold razor. 
Their hostile razor resembles the spasm stretching beyond a avenging sea far beyond the explosion, darkly. 
The vampire rages , but unknown enchantments endure silently. 
For what reason are those helpless ravens undivided? 
Have the petals extinguished their flaming tornadoes? 
Has a sky revered my ravens..? 
Why do I infest my rainbow, fitfully..?

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

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