The forsaken thorn ( A sonnet by wanderer@flour.nephilim.net ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- You struggle. Why, why are the razors shattered? The lost poison above the serpent is searching for their teacher. It seethes... Cry appallingly, drift! A lonely oppressor rages, hopefully. Have those gothyck flowers knew their fools? Why, why are the familiar fools long-lost? You howl bursting forth from their explosion... Did I nevermore exploit the chaotic garden hiding behind the rainbow, hopefully? Before Man he was lost. Did I still seethe? The dust scratching at a comforting dream outlasts me. In elder times you were mysterious... The hordes rage hopefully. The martyr hiding behind the sea longing for a wise sea flutters , the rainbow hiding behind the spasm slumbers.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.