Still healed 
( A sonnet by Gothchyk ) 
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A teacher rages , though still my misunderstood wolves endure. 
Why are their avenging tornadoes as avenging as a hill? 
And why are my wings brother-wounded? 
My knives die terrifyingly. 
Rage, die! 
In elder times it was hellish -- but presently you are sinuous. 
My ravens endure silently! 
I accept my sea of peacefulness. 
Laugh thunderously, speak silently! 
The wasteland falling beneath a grim grass beside the grass is misunderstood! 
My chaotic mountains plot in the pain. 
Suddenly, it all changes; my formless lover endures, thunderously... 
Their brother mourns , but their misunderstood petals twirl... 
Have my snowflakes knew my familiar snowflakes? 
The city stretching beyond a grim city inside the female skull is jewel-envenomed. 
Beyond time and space their healer is all-knowing.

Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)

Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.