Unbroken black tears 
( A sonnet by Wicca_Man ) 
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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.