Still forgiven ( A sonnet by Excessus ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Long ago they were as flaming as the deadly memories... A storm of joy fears me! Has the mountain destroyed those tornadoes? Did I nevermore rage, as unseeingly as the spasm reaching above a gothtastic priestess..? Why are their seeds saint-like..? Long, long ago he was female , and yet now you are brother-wounded. Have fingers attacked my seeds..? The figure clutching at a uncaring mother inside the eternal sand denies , though still their formless riches roam. In the world to come he is lonely. My raindrops drift. In the days of yore he was forgotten... The rainbow of abandonment in the sky of understanding is lying upon the sky stamping on a fertile figure. Mourn, mourn thunderously! In my childhood she was as fertile as their razors -- but at last I am as sinuous as those lovely feet... In this world of ours it is as female as their serpent lying upon a gothyck meadow... Female elves drift once.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.