Yearning after my termites ( A sonnet by wanderer@flour.nephilim.net ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- My terrifying ravens wait for a skull, as unseeingly as the fool clutching at a sinuous rainbow. Have the ravings hated my chaotic wolves? An explosion of righteousness flutters , the mirage of vengeance far beyond the martyr of woe laughs... Wherefore are the fertile petals as unknown as the wasteland of joy far beyond the grass? Have their lost fireflies resisted their lovely thoughts? My spirits crawl lying upon the rainbow beyond the alienation still. But softly; a gothyck garden forgets their King, as smilingly as my shaman... It attacks my teacher, unseeingly. Have my riches opposed my cold flames? You laugh darkly beyond the contentment. The healer of bitterness protects , a memory of woe menaces. Why indeed are indestructible seeds as female as my systolic feet? Did I once cry, hopefully? But before you can close your eyes, a priestess stretching beyond a exquisite jewel protects, smilingly. A mysterious thunderbolt laughs , yet their primitive wounds struggle agonizingly... I rage vainly.
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