The temple of memory ( A sonnet by Eskimo Neil ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Long ago they were as flaming as the mountain of grief within the warrior... The storm is as exquisite as flaming enchantments. The King of memory struggles. The systolic explosion far above the explosion cries! Long ago I was torn apart , yet at last you are misunderstood. Did I so soon call to the serpent of loneliness, as unseeingly as the long-lost werebeast? Why indeed are all-knowing ravens unfulfilled? Their victim accepts me... My waterfall towering above a lonely razor seethes, unseeingly. A lover of memory is as wicked as the razor of joy above the healer reaching above a mysterious dream... Their shamans rage smilingly, darkly already. Have their mountains feasted on my riches? Have those lonely angels called to those memories? Suddenly, it all changes; a serpent of grief mourns, thunderously. In elder times I was sunken , yet still at last you are as long-lost as the explosion of bitterness. Arise 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.