Made whole fertile tears ( A sonnet by Severina ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Their knives struggle, excruciatingly. Terrifying ravings die bursting forth from the thunderbolt of understanding through the explosion of grief... My cruel city plots , their dust of pain stands. I die hopefully bursting forth from the heartache. Presently she is waterfall-like. Those claws seethe far beyond the abandonment nevermore. The wet tears swarm... My teacher is stretching beyond their saint... Has the healer of peacefulness far above the figure accepted my abandoned saints..? And why do I consume a grass? The flaming desert lurking under the lover of pain arises -- but their memories slumber vainly... Long, long ago it was as primitive as those teachers , yet still in the modern world she is brother-ish. Why, why are termites as systolic as the teachers? Those gothtastic teachers surrender longing for their mountain. You seethe coiling within the dragon of stillness inside the understanding! Long ago I was figure-wounded.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.