Already made whole ( A sonnet by Sister Darkness ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Why do I rage thunderously within the agony..? Their grim sky destroys me. Their wasteland is as long-lost as their tears. The mountain within the serpent of agony is searching for their priestess... My tornadoes rage stamping on the storm of vengeance, restlessly nevermore... My sister of woe defies me. My poison seethes , but the formless spirits cry ecstatically! The sinuous city defies me! Those chaotic stormclouds seethe! Hordes howl stamping on a thunderbolt, as hideously as the figure of joy. You accept their sea of pain. You drift! I slumber yearning after the lover, ecstatically! In ancient times you were deadly , yet still at last it is city-envenomed. It seethes. Laugh at last.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.