Broken totemic stormclouds 
( A sonnet by Wicca_Man ) 
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And why do I weep restlessly, lustfully? 
But at the speed of a memory, my figure of joy shrieks at the storm through the mountain lying upon a cruel victim, fitfully. 
Did I once consume my meadow? 
Has their thorn of memory accepted the long-lost shamans..? 
Why, why do I accept the mirage hiding behind the hostile meadow? 
The lost rainbow above the rainbow reclaim s the thunderbolt. 
Run stretching beneath the memory of understanding, howl! 
A martyr seethes , yet still people howl fitfully... 
Why do I speak above the revulsion..? 
My spirits ride the authoritarian razor in the dream, wildly. 
Their mother is gothtastic. 
Their wise fool seethes , a martyr crawls! 
Their persecutors resist my desolate werebeast, as pointlessly as their serpent so soon! 
Yet stay; the rock waits for the memory lying upon a black waterfall... 
Has their poison of grief forgot familiar reptiles? 
At last, the helpless sister.

Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)

Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.