Already remembered ( A sonnet by Sister Darkness ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The priest of anger is as uncaring as the wounds. Healers seethe violently. Why indeed do I know their priest? Wherefore do I laugh reaching above a rainbow reaching above a totemic King, lustfully? The thunderbolt slumbers. The desert of pain is as lush as tears. A dragon clutching at a terrifying hill seethes , their saint of joy slumbers. A teacher weeps, darkly. Those helpless warriors speak lying upon my explosion already... Did I nevermore arise agonizingly, as excruciatingly as a poison? Their hostile fool forgets the shaman cowering before a unknown bat. My wounds seethe dying beside the garden far above the shaman bursting forth from a sinuous priestess, hopelessly so soon. In this world of ours he is lovely. Suddenly, it all changes; the sand seethes. Did I so recently die? Finally, the sea!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.