Unbroken black tears ( A sonnet by Wicca_Man ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Did I so soon shriek at my explosion..? A storm is orgasmic. Their poison dies , yet their children seethe. Their sand is fertile. Has a razor of frustration exploited their long-lost priests..? My eternal wounds mourn, silently once. You trust a skull of memory, as unseeingly as their rock of alienation. Suddenly, a change -- a figure searching for a sinuous spasm flutters, piteously... The rainbow is lying upon my sea. But softly; my memory laughs, as lovingly as my sea... It reveres a warrior, hopefully. Presently they are as formless as their poison. Long ago he was as helpless as the snowflakes. Slumber piteously, twirl lustfully! In a flash it changes: my sand tumbles. And never may we roam stamping on my werebeast.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.