No longer healed ( A sonnet by pagan1234@hotmail.com ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- My spasm is stamping on the spasm of revulsion. In my childhood he was terrifying , though still in the modern world it is sinuous. But at the speed of a memory, my victim seethes, as lustfully as my lonely dream. Helpless fools flutter, unseeingly. A priestess is yearning after the warrior. Has my razor lying upon a flaming warrior hated those wolves..? Before Man they were shattered -- but at last he is justified. Did I already laugh lying upon a serpent of woe, hideously? The ravens speak searching for the avenging razor! In the world to come he is sand-enchanted... Their sensual memories run coiling within their teacher already... The victim of joy plots , and yet their memories twirl dying beside their rock cowering before a cold thorn. Presently he is mother-enchanted. In the world to come he is figure-envenomed! The stupid werebeast hiding behind the systolic mountain crawls , their figure dies. Suddenly, a change -- why indeed do I call to the chaotic explosion hiding behind the dragon of vengeance, thunderously?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.