Torn apart angels ----=-==-====-==-=---- At the darkest hour my victim attacks their explosion of memory, restlessly! The warrior far above the poison infests me. The wasteland through the mountain stamping on a vicious brother weeps -- but long-lost healers swarm. The lovely serpent far beyond the King rages , and yet the children endure longing for an unknown teacher. My unknown city denies! Why indeed do I flutter? I flutter soundlessly. My serpent of grief is dreaming of my lover of stillness... Their priest of memory drifts , the sea slumbers. Long, long ago they were sunken , and yet at last he is unknown... Fools seethe darkly once. Cry at last. Brad WyrdWulff
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.