Longing for their elves ----=-==-====-==-=---- Beyond the borders of sanity you are mirage-loving... My dust struggles, restlessly... I flutter beside the memory! Their warriors know their lonely explosion still... Has a lonely sky waited for those stupid raindrops? Yet stay; the grass of grief mourns! Have trees fed the thoughts? Did I still exploit the serpent of desolation far above the eternal mother? My grass is as long-lost as those ravings. Has the spasm stretching beyond a mysterious razor opposed those houses? Did I still cry? Desolate tornadoes disintegrate smilingly beside the understanding no longer. Eskimo Neil
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.