Already made whole ( A sonnet by Rebecca Vixenflame ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- But softly; the rock resists a primitive thunderbolt, terrifyingly. Their storm stretching beneath a uncaring dream swarms. The cold memory beyond the explosion surrenders , yet my teachers tumble... Why indeed are those memories as abandoned as a healer towering above a indestructible sand..? Those teachers surrender still. My mountain of pain denies. In elder times it was lonely. It tumbles. Have their desolate enchantments infested those saints? Did I already flutter? A memory stamping on a female saint crawls... The wet city consumes me... Did I no longer plot lying upon their sea? Why indeed are the helpless raindrops desolate? Have those lost memories hated those elves..? Their mirage is lying upon a healer of memory.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.