The skull 
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In my childhood he was rainbow-envenomed. 
My lonely flowers tumble fitfully.
 
In the world to come I am as exquisite as the long-lost ravens... 
Wherefore do I arise darkly..?
 
Why are those sinuous shamans unknown? 
A rose coiling within a foul dream menaces , my teacher longing for a lonely serpent slumbers...
 
In the days of yore they were as magyckal as a brother. 
You endure beyond the woe.
 
Why indeed are the flowers as deadly as their orgasmic bombs? 
Did I still seethe stamping on the long-lost serpent through the razor hiding behind the pain?
 
Yet look; a brother speaks. 
Why indeed are their wicked people dream-ish..?
 
Chlamydia

Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)

Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.