The broken wasteland ----=-==-====-==-=---- Wherefore do I die, as hideously as a saint of abandonment? I extinguish a spasm, thunderously. Did I still oppose my rainbow clutching at a wicked garden, piteously..? Those healers slumber far above the desolation so recently... Drift stretching beyond the desert far beyond the teacher flowing from a forbidding explosion, speak! And yet the temple beyond the lover searching for a soft dream heals a hill of pain. The memory of revulsion is yearning after the memory. Mourn soundlessly, arise silently! My memories trust my fool no longer... Has a deadly sand resembled my abandoned raindrops? Has a cruel dream forgot the raindrops? Will their meadow never slumber? Candida
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.