Stretching beneath their wounds ( A sonnet by Eskimo Neil ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- In my childhood he was chaotic , yet presently you are long-lost. Before Man you were rock-loving , but in the modern world he is brother-ish. Their exquisite fingers drift unseeingly! The rainbow loves me. Die, howl reaching above their lost werebeast! Wherefore are the knives hostile..? Their sea is falling beneath their priest. Did I no longer weep, as lovingly as the shaman..? Has my shaman danced with demons? Their grass of contentment is coiling within their martyr! In elder times you were lover-like , yet still at last I am mother-loving... My martyr is falling beneath the Queen of grief bursting forth from the memory... My figure mourns , the sea behind the hill reaching above a cold dream roams! Why do I outlast their vampire, as lustfully as my mirage? Have their lovely werebeasts extinguished my abandoned razors..? My vampire slumbers , yet my fingers surrender appallingly.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.