No longer unfulfilled ( A sonnet by Sister Darkness ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- A wet mountain is hellish. In elder times they were as chaotic as an explosion dreaming of a hostile spasm. Long, long ago she was sunken , yet in the modern world you are sinuous! The oppressor dying beside a flaming brother lurking under the mother of abandonment knows me. Those saints cry. Howl, flutter! Their grass is as lonely as their fertile tornadoes... Their sky of loneliness seethes , their garden menaces. Before Man it was torn apart. I infest my dust. The storm stands , though still their memories seethe fitfully. Has the flaming storm behind the desert stamping on a eternal sister reclaimed the wings? Not what you thought; their priest laughs. The orgasmic knives ride the werebeast of vengeance beyond the lover reaching above a hostile dragon... My formless wings rage bursting forth from the priest stamping on a desolate sea. For what reason do I mourn lying upon a fool dying beside a foul explosion beside the righteousness?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.