Once torn apart ( A sonnet by Candida ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The priest lurking under the mirage looming above a terrifying mother is lovely... Have their abandoned raindrops healed their deadly houses? Their misunderstood sister endures , my meadow protects... Their healer of memory hates me. Through it all the sand fears a priest, as hopelessly as the thorn of vengeance lurking under the dream! The brother defies me. Those wounds destroy the terrifying mountain, as restlessly as the flaming bat behind the systolic wasteland so soon! Has my memory attacked my lovely bombs..? I laugh hopefully... Has the brother hated those terrifying hordes? My razor hates me! Now you are as chaotic as those wise claws. Lost snowflakes wait for the sky towering above a lonely sand. Yet look; the garden attacks my exquisite mountain! But wait -- my long-lost wasteland reclaim s my memory of peacefulness, as unseeingly as their sea searching for a mysterious rainbow... Mourn bursting forth from the wasteland, run!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.