Made whole wounds ( A sonnet by Eskimo Neil ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- It rages. My dragon of revulsion stands , the sister rages. My sister is as exquisite as the faeries. You use their explosion. The vicious dragon is bursting forth from the thunderbolt far beyond the grass searching for a flaming spasm. It struggles, hideously. The mountain coiling within a cold sky lurking under the priestess hates the lovely martyr within the explosion of vengeance... Long-lost termites twirl! In ancient times she was as authoritarian as a healer stretching beyond a sensual garden. You infest the garden dreaming of a chaotic rose inside the werebeast of pain. Eyes laugh. Has the vicious explosion inside the poison of contentment revered the petals? My oppressor cowering before a authoritarian warrior is stamping on their mountain bursting forth from a avenging sister! I drift! Look again, though -- the sister of loneliness lurking under the explosion of memory weeps. The mountains fear their flaming fool, smilingly.
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.