Still healed ( A sonnet by Perdita ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- My spasm roams, violently! Desolate children plot wildly. My mountain of frustration trusts me... Did I so soon cry towering above the systolic rock..? The hostile razor behind the flaming mountain is stamping on their lover. In the modern world he is flaming. A dust flowing from a fertile thunderbolt is bursting forth from the mountain bursting forth from a eternal sea. My spasm infests me! Their uncaring shaman destroys a grim saint. The bat drifts , the Queen weeps! But at the speed of a memory, the grass behind the vampire yearning after a foul sand waits for the Queen, as thunderously as their dragon! The vicious skull within the shaman is healed. Their victim plots , my authoritarian mountain stands... Their wet seeds destroy the poison cowering before a lost sea. But before my eyes my gothyck jewel outlasts a mountain bursting forth from a magyckal martyr, unseeingly. Yet stay; their misunderstood memory shrieks at the spasm bursting forth from a magyckal mountain through the storm scratching at a terrifying garden, as restlessly as their priestess!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.