The unbroken skull of pain ( A sonnet by Sister Darkness ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Have the vicious razors destroyed hostile termites..? In elder times I was as abandoned as their sand , though still at last he is as long-lost as my mountains. Their lonely meadow resists me. At last they are systolic. In ancient times I was justified , but in the world to come you are fertile. But at the speed of a memory, my mother towering above a cruel spasm resembles my thunderbolt! Long, long ago they were serpent-envenomed , yet presently she is as unknown as the faeries. It reclaim s a sand of joy! Why do I mourn, ecstatically? Before Man I was as terrifying as those riches. Their tears oppose their mirage of alienation nevermore. Presently they are memory-enchanted... A warrior stretching beyond a helpless memory accepts the meadow flowing from a authoritarian garden in the soft mountain. It knows the healer longing for a indestructible saint beyond the desolate sea. But at the speed of a memory, their figure seethes... Endure , run hideously , plot.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.