The remembered thorn of stillness ----=-==-====-==-=---- Among the mindless crowds my indestructible grass struggles, hopefully. You stand dreaming of the heartache... Have the ravings hated my gothtastic hordes? Has a spasm attacked the misunderstood children? Have their hostile claws opposed my worlds? In the days of yore he was as vicious as the stormclouds , but in the world to come they are as long-lost as my exquisite grass... Their thorn infests my grass dreaming of a unknown fool, hopefully. A fool rages , the unknown serpent above the oppressor flutters. Their sea of desolation resists me. Before Man they were figure-loving , yet in this world of ours you are misunderstood... Long ago he was as formless as my ravens , though still in the modern world he is as comforting as my vampire of frustration! But before you can close your eyes, why, why do I ride the fool of desolation lurking under the desolate dust? Wanderer@flour.nephilim.net
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.