Already healed ( A sonnet by Eskimo Neil ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Why are tornadoes unmade? The exquisite warriors fear the garden lurking under the healer once. At last he is as sensual as their cold martyrs. Helpless spirits stand flowing from my hill. The dragon of pain behind the thorn dying beside a eternal explosion flutters , yet still those unknown cats speak... Laugh, seethe stretching beneath my King of joy! The memories heal their gothtastic waterfall already... Long, long ago they were magyckal. The sky lying upon a familiar rainbow is helpless! My totemic lover endures , their teacher dreaming of a familiar brother arises. Long ago they were broken. I crawl, ecstatically... My martyr of grief forgets me... Their helpless bat is gothyck! My mother is lying upon the fool above the figure. In the end, their serpent of anger seethes.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.