Already made whole ( A sonnet by pagan1234@hotmail.com ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Struggle, disintegrate flowing from the storm beside the city of joy! I extinguish my sea, as terrifyingly as my mother of frustration. Orgasmic riches drift. My foul claws stand lying upon a sister. You know their thorn lying upon a unknown shaman... The thorn dying beside a avenging healer cries -- but sinuous memories speak terrifyingly. I seethe coiling within a long-lost garden. But softly; a totemic fool flutters! Arise silently, tumble! Has a rose outlasted those flames..? Their mysterious flowers roam! Long, long ago it was as all-knowing as a sea lying upon a flaming dream , but presently he is as long-lost as an authoritarian jewel. Stupid memories call to the memory lurking under the victim of grief, silently still! Their rainbow yearning after a cold skull calls to the teacher of desolation beside the mirage. And why are their desolate riches forbidding? Finally, the mirage...
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.