Nevermore redeemed ----=-==-====-==-=---- My skull consumes me. Presently it is forgotten. In my childhood she was unforgiven! It disintegrates, hopefully. Did I so recently fear a wasteland of memory? Mourn vainly, slumber! My desert is cowering before the lonely sea. The saint is yearning after the poison stretching beneath a grim dust. In elder times she was as deadly as the chaotic raindrops. Their meadow drifts , my sky drifts. Drift, disintegrate violently! For what reason do I drift beside the contentment? Gothchyk
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.