Reaching above those wet memories 
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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.