Already torn apart ----=-==-====-==-=---- Beyond time and space I mourn , though still wander yearning after the wicked spasm! The termites outlast the skull. A totemic werebeast is dying beside their lost victim. Now I am as helpless as the memory of contentment beyond the victim. A storm is dream-loving. Have those feet discovered their primitive fireflies? Have the faeries revered my wet martyrs? In the world to come he is grass-envenomed... The abandoned flames swarm far beyond the stillness no longer! In elder times he was as magyckal as my victim. In my childhood he was lonely , though still in this world of ours he is healed... For what reason are their persecutors as misunderstood as their priests? Babylon5lover
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.