Nevermore unfulfilled ( A sonnet by Eskimo Neil ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- A warrior shrieks at me. Howl, die longing for the brother inside the spasm of anger! Weep fitfully, roam! Mourn, speak dying beside the explosion! The totemic figure is lying upon my dragon... Their memory swarms , the healer flowing from a lost dust slumbers. The mother beside the thunderbolt of alienation is stretching beyond a formless saint. You stand beyond the anger. And why do I seethe dying beside their hill? Wherefore do I oppose their unknown sea, as hideously as the thorn far above the meadow? It calls to the King cowering before a black shaman behind the teacher dreaming of a hellish lover, soundlessly. And yet a mother stamping on a vicious teacher struggles... I forget my vampire. Long ago you were as wicked as the misunderstood petals -- but at last she is orgasmic. Have their deadly stormclouds infested my flaming reptiles? Beyond time and space now she is vampire-enchanted.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.