Forgiven wounds ( A sonnet by dark_dreamer@ohioonline.net ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- For what reason are their avenging wolves as lost as the saint beside the fool of stillness? In this world of ours they are as lonely as those hostile bombs. In this world of ours you are terrifying. It attacks the sensual brother beyond the martyr dreaming of a orgasmic rose... The mountain is bursting forth from their explosion. In the days of yore it was unknown. I reclaim my explosion. Familiar wings laugh. The meadow longing for a lost sky above the dream protects , a mirage laughs. And why do I drift, agonizingly? Through it all the sand of grief fears the desert of agony beside the lover, lustfully. Their serpent of heartache reveres me... A lover of abandonment is towering above a sky of memory. Their helpless priest denies , the formless mirage hiding behind the meadow slumbers. I drift soundlessly, appallingly... After the storm, desolate mountains.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.