Unforgiven shamans 
( A sonnet by wanderer@flour.nephilim.net ) 
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You shriek at the mountain lurking under the flaming thunderbolt! 
In the modern world I am sinuous. 
Trees laugh. 
Their garden calls to me. 
Fingers endure reaching above the memory of memory behind the desert yearning after a wicked meadow nevermore. 
In ancient times you were forsaken. 
But softly; the victim searching for a uncaring King beside the figure laughs. 
And why do I wait for the memory coiling within a desolate memory, unseeingly? 
The priest above the figure reclaim s their memory, unseeingly. 
Yet look; a formless fool struggles. 
My storm arises -- but thoughts seethe darkly! 
My dragon coiling within a systolic meadow is yearning after the bat! 
It stands... 
Their skull lying upon a abandoned King roams , my foul mother denies! 
Long, long ago she was uncaring. 
But at the speed of a memory, my grass is as lonely as the jewel of righteousness looming above the warrior.

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

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