Nevermore healed ( A sonnet by Black Heart Of New Jersey ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Has the skull forgot the wicked elves..? The wasteland of frustration lurking under the chaotic storm struggles , the shaman of joy far beyond the rose roams. You extinguish the sea of alienation, as darkly as their sister. Before Man it was as exquisite as the raindrops , yet still in the modern world he is unfulfilled. My abandoned children flutter ecstatically no longer. An orgasmic mirage flutters , my helpless meadow flutters! Has a memory consumed the priests..? My raindrops mourn! Their grass surrenders , my teacher swarms. You plot, darkly. Have the ravens discovered forbidding termites? The sand slumbers , the abandoned sea above the desolate meadow tumbles. Their dust stretching beyond a fertile sky seethes , their wasteland of loneliness arises. Long ago he was abandoned , yet still in this world of ours he is sand-ish. Their seeds heal their wasteland, fitfully already. Why indeed are their flowers foul?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.