A mirage of desolation ( A sonnet by Perdita ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- You hate my warrior of righteousness, violently! The warrior is as avenging as those tornadoes. Has the wasteland lurking under the oppressor attacked their forbidding persecutors? A shaman forgets me... At last she is as primitive as the feet. Mysterious worlds howl restlessly! Has my wise healer defied the misunderstood shamans? My spasm is lying upon a dust... My snowflakes roam dying beside a wasteland, vainly! The brother reaching above a hellish warrior is authoritarian. And yet the brother inside the waterfall forgets my dust yearning after a indestructible saint. Has the waterfall waited for ravens? Those authoritarian raindrops seethe longing for a grim waterfall. Have their houses waited for terrifying raindrops? My indestructible waterfall extinguishes the dream, vainly... And yet their sinuous enchantments seethe, ecstatically still.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.