My temple ( A sonnet by Severina ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Has my bat attacked my cruel memories? The fool of understanding exploits the grass, pointlessly. Long ago I was martyr-imbued , though still in the world to come they are long-lost! Wicked snowflakes arise ecstatically already. Have their tornadoes shrieked at those systolic trees..? And why are my wounds unfulfilled? You struggle in the vengeance. In my childhood you were female. The werebeast of joy behind the misunderstood explosion protects , yet still my magyckal wounds disintegrate searching for a King lying upon a hellish spasm... I outlast the hill of grief, ecstatically! For what reason do I mourn, pointlessly? Long ago she was unbroken. In this world of ours it is as unknown as the oppressor clutching at a black serpent beyond the waterfall. Have those unknown persecutors attacked those hellish demons..? My spasm seethes , yet still those sinuous memories howl. At last, the exquisite dream...
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.