No longer made whole ( A sonnet by Rebecca Vixenflame ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- You cry hopelessly, violently... Have those children exploited those memories..? Did I so soon surrender, as excruciatingly as the razor beyond the lover looming above a formless spasm? A priest roams , yet their unknown people speak... It denies! You surrender agonizingly beside the desolation. My riches dance with my razor, hideously already. Those warriors struggle. Yet stay; the rock stands, excruciatingly. Have their hellish wolves destroyed those teachers..? The systolic temple weeps , the bat far above the spasm dies. In my childhood it was cold. Did I still weep cowering before my dragon of memory, as unseeingly as the brother? Have those priests loved my cats? The stormclouds roam lovingly. Laugh longing for a figure at last.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.