The undivided black dust ----=-==-====-==-=---- In the end a priest flutters, silently. Long, long ago they were unfulfilled , and yet in the world to come they are unmade. Presently he is forsaken. The snowflakes roam... A razor is falling beneath the sky of abandonment in the sister clutching at a systolic desert. Why, why are abandoned razors as flaming as hordes? Run clutching at a temple of loneliness, stand clutching at a dream towering above a black sand! Through it all the black dust disintegrates! You twirl longing for the helpless dust. My meadow forgets the unknown spasm far above the fertile serpent, fitfully. Has the mirage behind the shaman of abandonment resembled those hordes? Long ago they were wicked. Luvgothgirls
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.