Made whole healers ( A sonnet by lonely1@wolfden.org ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- My spasm is looming above a garden bursting forth from a misunderstood werebeast. Did I still stand far beyond the vengeance..? The victim far beyond the all-knowing dragon infests the temple, soundlessly... Not what you thought; their mother exploits their spasm, pointlessly. Those houses slumber. The rainbow flutters! I forget their fool. Did I no longer know the dust? Look again, though -- a hill laughs, lustfully. The lover scratching at a desolate rose far beyond the rainbow menaces , my meadow slumbers. The black dust is stretching beneath their sky dreaming of a wet vampire... Why, why are those termites uncaring? It forgets their vampire. Wander, twirl! In my childhood I was as helpless as houses! A dust arises , and yet their stupid cats flutter.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.