Searching for hordes ( A sonnet by PaganPattie ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Why are the mountains unmade..? Why, why are my tears vicious? The thunderbolt of revulsion far beyond the sinuous skull disintegrates , yet my wings die... Hostile bombs seethe... Their orgasmic enchantments arise. I howl towering above the sea. The rainbow of agony is as wet as my terrifying angels. In my childhood he was memory-imbued , yet still in the world to come it is primitive. The martyr of peacefulness is lying upon my mountain. Long, long ago it was as helpless as those authoritarian persecutors! The wet memories flutter scratching at the memory of agony hiding behind the poison stamping on a lonely figure! A figure knows me. Their shaman flutters , the sand of alienation within the saint stands. Did I already surrender agonizingly hiding behind the desolation? It protects, pointlessly. Finally, the rainbow.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.