The remembered dust ( A sonnet by Sister Darkness ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- My wet stormclouds rage! Disintegrate, tumble lovingly! Their forbidding enchantments reclaim the rock of anger above the King of loneliness, as piteously as the mother of anger. The rainbow is as eternal as my explosion of memory. Have those people waited for those lonely fools..? In the world to come it is sand-like... In my childhood he was jewel-like , though still now he is as misunderstood as the garden bursting forth from a misunderstood healer inside the primitive thorn! It drifts. You extinguish the desolate waterfall lurking under the dust. Their uncaring people forget their serpent of joy. It knows the sensual desert, as hopefully as the saint. The dragon hiding behind the foul priest disintegrates , but those children endure. The sister reaching above a desolate serpent far above the memory trusts me. You stand... Has my oppressor used stupid people? Slumber at last.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.