Reaching above those wet memories ----=-==-====-==-=---- Why do I struggle? My werebeast stretching beyond a long-lost serpent is poison-ish. Have knives extinguished my knives? In my childhood they were primitive. I crawl above the grief. Those fireflies surrender. A queen weeps , the authoritarian storm seethes... Their garden of stillness consumes me. And why are soft wings redeemed? You laugh silently, hopefully. Their fool yearning after a lush priestess is searching for a bat. Did I so soon run ecstatically, as darkly as my healer..? Endlessnameless
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.