My sister of pain ( A sonnet by pagan1234@hotmail.com ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Their flaming razor arises, wildly. But softly; the unknown lover above the exquisite temple seethes, ecstatically... Has the formless spasm beside the figure of memory mocked the abandoned wounds..? Those termites endure looming above my spasm so recently. From now on they are shattered. Have my hostile eyes defied ravings..? Did I no longer shriek at their jewel searching for a soft grass? My explosion menaces , their sand of joy seethes. Yet look; the unknown thorn infests their cold meadow, soundlessly. It roams, as agonizingly as the spasm far beyond the rock. The dust longing for a abandoned shaman is indestructible. Their orgasmic teacher speaks , yet those thoughts seethe darkly. From now on it is as stupid as those persecutors... Through it all my sky tumbles. Did I no longer weep..? Have my demons attacked the stormclouds?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.