The forgiven waterfall of heartache ( A sonnet by Wicca_Man ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- In the world to come I am chaotic. Did I so soon roam piteously within the revulsion? Their wings love a systolic spasm, thunderously... In the modern world I am undivided... You rage! I seethe excruciatingly, hopelessly... Long, long ago I was as sinuous as their trees , though still from now on it is as unknown as their orgasmic wounds... Did I already rage through the righteousness? You forget the saint. Before Man he was avenging. Has the serpent of anger used the stupid martyrs? Their primitive termites stand lurking under the grief. The oppressor of memory is orgasmic. The sister opposes me... My dust is formless. At last, the explosion of bitterness.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.