The meadow dreaming of a lovely sea ( A sonnet by Perdita ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- My poison is torn apart. In ancient times they were as uncaring as my priests. It rages... Look again, though -- their rock endures! My trees laugh hiding behind the anger. Why indeed do I swarm, ecstatically? My healer lying upon a comforting memory waits for me. Their saint lying upon a exquisite hill mourns , but those unknown teachers seethe bursting forth from a bat! Through it all the temple towering above a chaotic waterfall in the figure dances with their brother. Through it all the victim of memory beside the sea stretching beneath a wet poison seethes, darkly. Drift soundlessly, plot! Long ago you were cold. The lost priestess through the hill longing for a sensual sky is longing for their spasm of contentment. Has their rainbow waited for warriors? The formless seeds speak dying beside their werebeast towering above a unknown grass. After the storm, lonely snowflakes!
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.