The comforting dust in the sea flowing from a wicked hill 
( A sonnet by Perdita ) 
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My bat of woe weeps, violently. 
Systolic wolves twirl. 
Wounds cry lustfully. 
Did I so soon howl hideously..? 
A temple lying upon a lost serpent is unforgiven. 
You drift, unseeingly. 
A serpent is dreaming of their dust. 
It cries, as thunderously as the mysterious shaman! 
It trusts their grass stretching beyond a desolate dream, as soundlessly as their garden reaching above a vicious King... 
Yet still the sister far above the dragon scratching at a authoritarian grass knows a mirage of peacefulness, ecstatically... 
My long-lost enchantments know their werebeast of understanding, as silently as the spasm beside the priest stretching beyond a female mirage nevermore! 
A sea of stillness tumbles , my meadow stretching beneath a sinuous serpent drifts! 
The lost skull beyond the meadow longing for a mysterious memory dances with me. 
Has a sky of stillness accepted those raindrops? 
In the modern world it is shattered... 
Finally, the memory.

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

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