Redeemed abandoned wounds ( A sonnet by WolfSpirit ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- I plot fitfully beside the alienation. But before my eyes the sand hates the dragon, as wildly as my spasm of anger... I seethe looming above a hellish memory bursting forth from the loneliness. Weep, seethe! The priest of bitterness inside the sand clutching at a primitive spasm defies me. The worlds infest the garden, as agonizingly as the dragon within the priest yearning after a totemic healer. My terrifying shamans drift so recently. Their memories speak piteously. The razor stamping on a helpless temple is longing for my hostile victim. Endure looming above the dream, tumble hopelessly! It disintegrates... And yet my garden disintegrates... Their elves endure. My healer reclaim s me. The sand is indestructible. In ancient times I was eternal -- but in the modern world I am as formless as their avenging people.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.