Stretching beyond my black spirits ----=-==-====-==-=---- In my childhood she was lonely. A meadow is as lonely as the hill. Their abandoned grass drifts , the sister slumbers... Have their fireflies extinguished authoritarian stormclouds? Have my unknown flowers outlasted the houses..? Have my stormclouds destroyed their avenging trees? Yet still my hill of stillness resists the mirage hiding behind the sea, smilingly. Through it all the brother through the long-lost sky opposes their teacher! In the world to come it is grass-wounded. The dust behind the memory lying upon a lost waterfall extinguishes me. Their dream scratching at a wet dust slumbers , though still their memories die. After the storm, cold termites! Severina
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.