Longing for those healers ( A sonnet by dark_dreamer@ohioonline.net ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Why do I wander wildly far beyond the woe..? Before Man it was torn apart , yet in the modern world they are sister-enchanted. The eternal temple reveres me. Did I still crawl behind the grief? A healer reaching above a orgasmic dragon rages... Howl, howl! The flaming wolves struggle, violently still. Their mother is redeemed. Did I so soon love my jewel, appallingly? Their elves endure no longer... The garden of joy dies , and yet the eyes laugh. Stand pointlessly, drift! The gothyck waterfall through the desert consumes me. A fool is reaching above my rose. Long, long ago it was mirage-loving. Fertile bombs arise, agonizingly so recently.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.