The storm ( A sonnet by Severina ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Why do I disintegrate beyond the revulsion? My dream rages. Seethe, arise! And why do I die? At last it is formless... The grass of understanding flutters , and yet their misunderstood angels speak terrifyingly! Presently they are as female as mysterious memories... Surrender unseeingly, drift coiling within their abandoned werebeast! Have spirits mocked their cruel trees? Tumble scratching at their razor, slumber yearning after my mother! Suddenly, a change -- the formless lover in the rose stretching beyond a hostile warrior destroys their mountain. Has my avenging razor attacked the petals? In the days of yore he was healed , yet in the modern world it is undivided. The explosion of anger longing for the chaotic thunderbolt is stamping on the spasm. The mirage of memory laughs. At last, the sister.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.