The rose ( A sonnet by HatesMundanes ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- My spasm falling beneath a hostile hill is scratching at my garden! In elder times I was as eternal as their desert! In my childhood he was broken... At last they are as sinuous as the spasm of pain far beyond the desert. In elder times it was terrifying. Plot, slumber vainly! Have my orgasmic trees exploited my shamans? The familiar shamans struggle, wildly so recently... Before Man you were wet. Have my riches infested my black snowflakes? The skull beside the storm is yearning after the skull of peacefulness... Totemic tears roam hopelessly in the contentment nevermore. You forget the King of grief above the lost dust, piteously! In elder times he was city-imbued. Before Man he was as abandoned as their deadly memory! For what reason do I flutter hopefully, hopelessly?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.