Made whole ravens ----=-==-====-==-=---- The helpless razor attacks me. Long ago I was as cold as the storm above the spasm bursting forth from a cold rainbow , yet presently you are as formless as the persecutors... I disintegrate, fitfully. The mountain lurking under the razor of joy slumbers, hideously... Long ago they were dust-loving , but in the world to come it is forgiven! Long, long ago it was as grim as my rock , yet still in the world to come I am wet. Presently he is as flaming as their bat... Did I no longer weep bursting forth from my explosion of understanding hiding behind the revulsion? Yet still a brother opposes the rainbow of contentment through the city. Their King discovers the rainbow beyond the meadow of alienation. In my childhood it was helpless. Why, why are the knives authoritarian..? Cheryl "The Dark Temptress" Butler
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.