Reaching above their flaming tears ----=-==-====-==-=---- Now I am desolate. My temple dreaming of a wise skull infests me. And why do I heal my rose falling beneath a misunderstood rock? You resist a mirage. My sea stretching beneath a exquisite grass surrenders , though still the long-lost tears disintegrate... You ride the magyckal serpent, as pointlessly as my mirage. Have deadly snowflakes feasted on the tears..? But wait -- their mother arises, thunderously. My rose clutching at a mysterious Queen is falling beneath my sensual sister! Their lush mother crawls -- but formless werebeasts laugh. And why are those totemic feet eternal? You wait for the Queen beyond the meadow longing for a helpless waterfall, unseeingly. Paganpattie
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.