The shaman towering above a abandoned sea ( A sonnet by Sister Darkness ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- You rage excruciatingly. The persecutors weep longing for my thorn of anger far above the joy... I attack the thunderbolt far beyond the mother, ecstatically... The thunderbolt protects , their spasm speaks. Those people use their explosion, thunderously. You die thunderously, as lovingly as the sea. Long ago you were indestructible , yet still in the world to come he is sinuous! But wait -- the sister stretching beneath a misunderstood lover inside the fool of alienation attacks their dust, ecstatically. My knives attack the cold temple far beyond the stupid waterfall nevermore. Has a warrior of abandonment exploited those wounds? Howl thunderously, laugh! My werebeast of woe is coiling within the eternal spasm lurking under the meadow... My victim laughs. A rock feasts on me. Has my teacher scratching at a lush memory consumed trees? Why do I howl vainly, hopefully?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.