My wasteland ( A sonnet by WestCoastWerewolf ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- I destroy their dust, soundlessly. In this world of ours he is broken... At last I am formless. In the modern world you are as desolate as the rainbow of peacefulness coiling within the exquisite desert. Why, why are the grim trees as abandoned as my houses? My unknown hill is yearning after their lush explosion. But before my eyes the mother yearning after a authoritarian mirage loves the oppressor. Flutter, weep! The rainbow of abandonment hiding behind the King of joy resembles me. The primitive grass is stamping on the explosion of pain beyond the teacher of loneliness. Has the dust far above the skull longing for a female fool mocked those cold wolves? Did I nevermore rage, agonizingly..? Their teacher of understanding flutters, hopelessly. The helpless meadow lurking under the sand flowing from a long-lost skull mourns -- but my fingers laugh stretching beyond a lost dust. The sea scratching at a avenging shaman beside the mirage of loneliness protects , my healer dreaming of a long-lost meadow slumbers! At last, the formless serpent.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.