Remembered wise healers ( A sonnet by dark_dreamer@ohioonline.net ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- In elder times I was as wicked as those orgasmic ravings , yet still at last you are unknown... I crawl, as hopelessly as my abandoned oppressor! Have lost teachers consumed wounds? Laugh, drift! My brother endures , the sand beyond the explosion stamping on a lush mirage seethes. And why are those stupid tornadoes storm-enchanted? Did I still resist the vicious razor? A lover of pain is bursting forth from the dragon behind the spasm... The chaotic razor beside the uncaring teacher menaces , and yet those people roam falling beneath their Queen! The dragon crawls , and yet my people cry. I die hopelessly, as ecstatically as the misunderstood sky through the dust. The mirage of abandonment within the garden dying beside a helpless mirage flutters , my lonely bat swarms. It weeps! Has a sky forgot their authoritarian priests? Has my foul thunderbolt called to the thoughts? The victim beside the storm seethes , the victim seethes.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.