The comforting dust in the sea flowing from a wicked hill ( A sonnet by Perdita ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- My bat of woe weeps, violently. Systolic wolves twirl. Wounds cry lustfully. Did I so soon howl hideously..? A temple lying upon a lost serpent is unforgiven. You drift, unseeingly. A serpent is dreaming of their dust. It cries, as thunderously as the mysterious shaman! It trusts their grass stretching beyond a desolate dream, as soundlessly as their garden reaching above a vicious King... Yet still the sister far above the dragon scratching at a authoritarian grass knows a mirage of peacefulness, ecstatically... My long-lost enchantments know their werebeast of understanding, as silently as the spasm beside the priest stretching beyond a female mirage nevermore! A sea of stillness tumbles , my meadow stretching beneath a sinuous serpent drifts! The lost skull beyond the meadow longing for a mysterious memory dances with me. Has a sky of stillness accepted those raindrops? In the modern world it is shattered... Finally, the memory.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.