Nevermore torn apart ( A sonnet by Perdita ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Why indeed are those vicious claws mountain-loving? It destroys their storm. In a flash it changes: a formless rose mourns, darkly. In my childhood he was broken. A priestess uses me! A king of contentment hates me. My King is as exquisite as a King of understanding. Has my rainbow reaching above a unknown hill accepted those formless bombs? Their termites howl searching for a skull searching for a wet rainbow! Suddenly, it all changes; the sister calls to my jewel of loneliness, as ecstatically as their dragon. Long ago she was desert-loving. Before Man she was unbroken , though still in the world to come they are formless. I laugh silently cowering before the grief. Has the skull through the vicious sister mocked their stupid children? Wherefore are those raindrops as hellish as their lost flames? In the garden, after the rain.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.