Broken totemic stormclouds ( A sonnet by Wicca_Man ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- 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.