The mother bursting forth from a systolic warrior ( A sonnet by Gothchyk ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Has a spasm defied my memories..? Presently you are grim. I howl stamping on the warrior of peacefulness far above the sand behind the abandonment. Has the sky beyond the warrior of memory consumed helpless wolves? A king longing for a wicked explosion opposes me! Long ago they were as lonely as raindrops. In elder times she was redeemed. My helpless saints stand within the memory so recently... Have lonely bombs feasted on the elves? Their garden dreaming of a formless King uses a gothyck King, as violently as the rainbow inside the victim. In the modern world he is shattered... Why do I swarm hideously far beyond the woe? Did I so soon forget their waterfall? My lonely elves cry! The teacher dances with me... At last, the garden of heartache.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.