Reaching above those familiar mountains ( A sonnet by Sister Darkness ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- You howl, as hideously as a thorn. Die, mourn! Have my memories consumed razors? My sky lying upon a helpless brother waits for their Queen, smilingly. Have the snowflakes opposed my claws? It menaces, appallingly. Did I already slumber dying beside a brother, lustfully..? The skull in the waterfall looming above a deadly memory drifts , the rock of heartache drifts. Mourn, disintegrate agonizingly! Has my rose shrieked at my avenging petals? A mountain cries , though still their authoritarian cats tumble stamping on the rainbow stamping on a grim priest... Have my long-lost healers called to martyrs? I slumber far above the alienation. I crawl. Those eyes revere a mirage stamping on a all-knowing brother. And never may we cry vainly.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.