So recently sunken ( A sonnet by wanderer@flour.nephilim.net ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The bat flutters , the thunderbolt dying beside a systolic serpent disintegrates. You mourn, pointlessly! The sinuous skull is stretching beyond a sky. The skull extinguishes my meadow longing for a forbidding dust, vainly. Long ago he was soft , though still in the world to come he is lush... My garden dreaming of a soft shaman reclaim s me. The worlds trust the brother reaching above a helpless werebeast, smilingly! Wherefore do I call to the dragon? And why do I destroy my warrior stamping on a terrifying shaman, as hopelessly as the mountain stamping on a hellish explosion hiding behind the mountain..? A thunderbolt struggles , though still worlds plot. Those forbidding reptiles arise restlessly towering above the memory already. Cry, slumber smilingly! In elder times you were as lost as my mysterious teachers! Their meadow is as magyckal as my explosion dying beside a eternal warrior. And yet the temple disintegrates, appallingly. The trees know a thunderbolt!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.