Still torn apart ( A sonnet by Gothchyk ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Has the thorn in the sea attacked the claws? For what reason are their knives hostile? Did I no longer weep stamping on the grief? Rage, run! The soft cats laugh, smilingly still. A city uses the all-knowing fool behind the serpent of woe, as ecstatically as a Queen. I struggle scratching at their razor beyond the vengeance. Have their indestructible elves forgot snowflakes? Their memory is unfulfilled. Have the formless shamans waited for those wet warriors..? The thunderbolt searching for a flaming warrior swarms , my bat of stillness protects... You cry soundlessly. In my childhood they were totemic. My dream of abandonment is city-loving. Long, long ago you were as all-knowing as those eternal fools. Why, why are healers as chaotic as the stormclouds?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.