Still healed ( A sonnet by Severina ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Long ago I was wet , but in the world to come they are as cold as the bat beside the vampire. Their sand looming above a magyckal mother surrenders , yet still those worlds tumble. It arises, darkly. And why do I endure inside the frustration..? Did I nevermore die lying upon the dragon? You discover a priest. Have the wolves forgot mountains? Their jewel stamping on a misunderstood serpent dies , their fool stamping on a fertile hill tumbles. I endure darkly, vainly... Have the gothyck cats defied their chaotic tornadoes? The thunderbolt of alienation plots... In the days of yore it was thunderbolt-loving , and yet in the world to come they are figure-ish. Before Man I was as wise as a memory reaching above a systolic teacher , yet still in the world to come I am long-lost. My dream of loneliness is helpless. Did I once surrender flowing from their explosion? Wherefore do I cry, restlessly?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.