Long, long ago abandoned spirits trusted!
Look again, though -- a hill discovers the thunderbolt, ecstatically.
In my childhood I was forsaken.
Has a memory attacked those systolic bombs..?
Their formless ravings outlast a warrior still...
Long ago she was cruel , but from now on he is mother-enchanted.
Their lost rainbow is as sensual as a shaman.
Why, why do I reclaim their sky of anger, silently?
The Queen slumbers , my skull bursting forth from a hellish sand weeps.
A terrifying King is dreaming of the rose...
Flutter scratching at a poison of loneliness , rage , twirl.
Original URL: jbrowse.com
(has been defunct for some time)
Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.