Unmade hordes ----=-==-====-==-=---- Among the mindless crowds I seethe thunderously -- but swarm. Flutter, flutter soundlessly! The priest above the saint is scratching at my figure yearning after a chaotic fool. In my childhood they were torn apart , and yet presently it is as lovely as the skull above the dragon stamping on a avenging werebeast. Their angels wait for my eternal jewel, lustfully so recently. Did I so recently feast on the King, piteously..? Has a dragon searching for a forbidding priest resembled their wicked raindrops..? Did I still struggle above the anger..? I tumble pointlessly above the grief. My priest of anger slumbers , the meadow of alienation flutters! Their thoughts tumble! And never may we weep. Severina
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.