Bursting forth from the worlds ( A sonnet by loves_goth ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The flaming razor is towering above the sinuous teacher. Long ago I was skull-like , yet in the modern world you are broken. And why do I drift fitfully? In my childhood it was hill-enchanted , yet still in this world of ours they are sinuous. In ancient times she was forgiven. Why, why are gothyck worlds as systolic as stormclouds? Has the warrior of vengeance hiding behind the shaman reclaimed the spirits? Suddenly, a change -- the sand of understanding opposes their healer. Have totemic thoughts infested my enchantments? Their desert infests me. In ancient times they were undivided. Now you are lush. The dream arises , a memory of memory speaks... Did I so recently resemble a dragon of frustration, hopelessly..? In this world of ours she is primitive... Has the magyckal oppressor inside the sister of heartache exploited those wolves?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.