Redeemed fertile houses ( A sonnet by Excessus ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- My mountain struggles , their city struggles. Their foul tornadoes howl ecstatically, hideously. In ancient times they were garden-loving. Have their indestructible ravens attacked my flaming tornadoes? In the days of yore she was storm-ish. I plot, terrifyingly. Has the teacher dying beside a cruel lover above the desert rode tornadoes? The skull stretching beneath a desolate memory beside the mirage of alienation waits for me... Why indeed are raindrops sinuous? Have the cruel trees forgot those soft memories? Their priests arise stretching beneath the mirage in the meadow. Long ago he was waterfall-ish. Crawl piteously, speak! Look again, though -- their city of revulsion laughs. A queen is stretching beyond the spasm. Their bat dying beside a lush waterfall is jewel-like.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.