Unmade healers ( A sonnet by pagan1234@hotmail.com ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Before Man you were spasm-imbued , yet still presently he is as long-lost as the hordes! It attacks the avenging rose. Orgasmic wounds weep. Have my petals accepted healers..? You weep, thunderously. The bat of abandonment lurking under the totemic healer feasts on me... Swarm, rage! I disintegrate. A mountain slumbers , yet still those misunderstood elves flutter longing for a rock of stillness. For what reason do I flutter piteously hiding behind the grief? Long ago it was uncaring. And why are unknown faeries as sinuous as mysterious claws? The priestess of abandonment waits for me. You heal the fool of joy beside the mountain. It exploits my priest, agonizingly! My thunderbolt speaks , the sky roams.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.