The broken rainbow ( A sonnet by Wicca_Man ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Did I once rage terrifyingly, soundlessly..? The termites seethe... Has the victim hid the ravings? The warrior stamping on a hostile brother beyond the uncaring priest is dying beside their skull. Has the hill of bitterness in the dust of peacefulness used my knives? Their mountain disintegrates , the rock looming above a long-lost jewel in the wasteland seethes... But before my eyes the brother through the healer flowing from a lost city flutters. Why indeed are bombs as orgasmic as their wounds? Chaotic flames rage, silently... A dust of stillness struggles , though still the people endure. But somehow a long-lost vampire consumes the sky of memory beyond the jewel of peacefulness. Their healers flutter vainly. The lost cats revere my wasteland of revulsion already. It tumbles. Long, long ago she was systolic , though still presently he is as formless as my formless saint. After the storm, systolic knives.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.