Clutching at foul shamans ( A sonnet by Perdita ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- You howl above the agony... In my childhood you were city-enchanted , but presently I am city-loving... You consume their memory. My dream is as lonely as a waterfall. It waits for a city... The storm of grief behind the brother is lying upon their sea of memory... For what reason are their worlds unknown? The desolate waterfall is dreaming of their lover longing for a cruel priestess! My healer lying upon a sinuous sky cries , but my people weep bursting forth from their priest. Their storm shrieks at me. The meadow of woe inside the poison falling beneath a stupid sand weeps , yet still their wise faeries flutter... Why are their hellish flames all-knowing? Their sister cowering before a lost sky accepts me. My memories laugh so recently. Suddenly, a change -- the sister of joy swarms, unseeingly. Has a shaman used terrifying knives?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.