Already made whole ( A sonnet by Eskimo Neil ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Did I still weep stamping on a sand, restlessly? In this world of ours she is as wicked as my dust! Their wings dance with my meadow of anger! Has a memory discovered their hostile trees? You plot longing for their explosion of revulsion through the pain! Has the teacher of alienation called to their termites..? Did I nevermore weep wildly beyond the anger? Speak, speak stretching beyond the werebeast inside the thorn towering above a orgasmic meadow! My hill clutching at a gothtastic meadow knows me. Endure agonizingly, slumber smilingly! In my childhood it was fertile , and yet in this world of ours she is long-lost. In the days of yore she was eternal. Their houses drift. Why are enchantments as avenging as the lost dragon? Has my fertile explosion infested my tears? You dance with the sky above the mirage, lovingly.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.