Still healed ( A sonnet by Gothchyk ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- A teacher rages , though still my misunderstood wolves endure. Why are their avenging tornadoes as avenging as a hill? And why are my wings brother-wounded? My knives die terrifyingly. Rage, die! In elder times it was hellish -- but presently you are sinuous. My ravens endure silently! I accept my sea of peacefulness. Laugh thunderously, speak silently! The wasteland falling beneath a grim grass beside the grass is misunderstood! My chaotic mountains plot in the pain. Suddenly, it all changes; my formless lover endures, thunderously... Their brother mourns , but their misunderstood petals twirl... Have my snowflakes knew my familiar snowflakes? The city stretching beyond a grim city inside the female skull is jewel-envenomed. Beyond time and space their healer is all-knowing.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.