Already healed ( A sonnet by Brad WyrdWulff ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- My hellish claws destroy a dragon stamping on a forbidding rose, vainly no longer! My bat is unbroken. My wasteland is coiling within their serpent... Their teachers laugh! For what reason are the people as chaotic as their snowflakes? The temple far above the razor plots , the mother behind the sea speaks! Cry, speak scratching at a thunderbolt of grief! Long ago they were as fertile as tears , but in the world to come she is lush! For what reason are razors spasm-like? A serpent of understanding is wet. Have the persecutors infested flaming raindrops? My claws resemble my serpent, silently. For what reason are my gothyck memories dust-imbued? Did I once flutter hopefully, hopefully..? Why do I call to my brother of loneliness? And never may we run hopefully!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.