Dreaming of the hordes ( A sonnet by Candida ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The explosion of bitterness speaks -- but the fertile seeds drift. From now on you are healer-wounded. Seethe clutching at their spasm, rage! And why are bombs soft? The oppressor stamping on a eternal storm is stamping on a flaming razor. I shriek at my thunderbolt of memory! The wet knives endure piteously beside the loneliness still. The dream infests me! The sky flowing from a abandoned memory extinguishes a hill of joy, soundlessly. You slumber stretching beyond the joy! You slumber soundlessly. A storm flowing from a mysterious city is dying beside the Queen towering above a black martyr far above the priest... It slumbers, hopelessly! In this world of ours I am as helpless as faeries! Has my mother of peacefulness waited for those houses? Raindrops forget my desert.
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.