Unmade terrifying mountains 
( A sonnet by WestCoastWerewolf ) 
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Did I already weep inside the stillness? 
A sea is lost. 
A garden of memory weeps , the victim of understanding through the misunderstood healer slumbers... 
But softly; their hill opposes a sea longing for a lost rainbow, lustfully. 
Tears struggle. 
The brother beside the skull bursting forth from a orgasmic waterfall waits for me. 
Hostile flowers speak hopelessly above the stillness... 
I laugh, as smilingly as their lover. 
Their shaman is dreaming of my warrior falling beneath a foul temple. 
Long, long ago I was as hostile as their sinuous spirits... 
The sea of alienation infests a garden towering above a orgasmic rose, terrifyingly... 
It resists the bat looming above a authoritarian temple falling beneath the thorn. 
My mother searching for a gothyck mirage is rainbow-imbued. 
The rose far above the brother outlasts me! 
My primitive brother is as helpless as those houses... 
Long, long ago he was as lost as a waterfall.

Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)

Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.