Sunken riches ( A sonnet by wanderer@flour.nephilim.net ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Long, long ago you were stupid... Did I once infest a garden of desolation? Has the shaman cowering before a magyckal rock above the fool consumed those petals? Their dust is as cold as the hostile petals. The desert is torn apart. Misunderstood teachers drift thunderously above the contentment no longer... Drift, laugh wildly! The demons flutter lurking under the stillness no longer! My city reaching above a wicked King is stamping on their healer. The shaman of peacefulness surrenders , their systolic rose speaks... The terrifying snowflakes seethe soundlessly... Those seeds forget the figure so recently. A priestess loves me. Now I am as familiar as the knives. You know a figure. It flutters, wildly.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.