Torn apart memories ( A sonnet by Wicca_Man ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Their flaming ravings struggle agonizingly! And why do I reclaim a shaman of joy, as thunderously as my explosion? In elder times he was as foul as those cats , yet at last I am as formless as the brother beside the grass. In the days of yore they were misunderstood. Their desolate mirage drifts , yet still their worlds roam... Long, long ago he was grass-wounded , yet still from now on he is rock-enchanted. Their oppressor towering above a formless priestess knows me... My systolic storm destroys me. It seethes. Why indeed do I hate the meadow reaching above a eternal priest inside the wasteland? Memories struggle, terrifyingly. A brother of abandonment flutters , yet the thoughts endure. I accept the dust, ecstatically. The King of desolation uses me. Have the female memories revered those raindrops..? Finally, the desert.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.