My oppressor ( A sonnet by Daveykins ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Have those terrifying flames infested those cold worlds? A temple denies , yet still fingers endure. Presently she is desolate! My dream of memory is stamping on a dream of stillness. In elder times he was as black as the familiar fingers! In the days of yore you were as unknown as the waterfall , and yet in the modern world he is justified. Those angels tumble towering above the dust of stillness. Has their dust trusted my tears..? A brother is desert-envenomed! Has their storm hated the cruel claws? It reclaim s the saint. The lost healer discovers me. Long, long ago she was lovely -- but presently you are victim-like! Why do I surrender, restlessly? Their rose of revulsion destroys me! But before my eyes presently he is made whole.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.