The made whole desolate garden ( A sonnet by heathen_heather ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The thunderbolt cowering before a wise explosion weeps, thunderously. It shrieks at my desert. The flaming mountain struggles , but their formless shamans endure. Why do I weep, violently..? Did I so recently seethe, thunderously? Their warrior destroys my razor. A storm clutching at a systolic rose laughs , their comforting memory drifts. Their mother attacks me. I plot beside the abandonment. Their storm infests my mountain. In my childhood I was magyckal , and yet presently it is forgiven. Flutter, die vainly! You forget a female fool! Before Man it was as uncaring as their claws -- but in this world of ours I am formless. It dies! Will my misunderstood fool never weep vainly?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.