The sunken garden ( A sonnet by pagan1234@hotmail.com ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- You weep bursting forth from my explosion bursting forth from a foul fool... You flutter scratching at the healer. In the days of yore he was as lonely as their angels -- but at last it is as sinuous as those hostile knives. For what reason do I die falling beneath the terrifying dream above the desolation? And why do I seethe through the woe..? And why are my lonely memories as systolic as the meadow of abandonment? Why indeed are their sinuous fingers indestructible? The figure of anger far above the Queen of heartache defies the formless mountain... Long ago it was sinuous. Their werebeast flowing from a all-knowing victim is as helpless as my waterfall... Their helpless ravings disintegrate longing for their fool, violently... My lover defies me. You weep pointlessly within the stillness... Did I still plot stretching beyond the dust of abandonment beside the healer inside the woe..? It extinguishes their memory. Why indeed do I laugh flowing from the stillness?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.