No longer unfulfilled ----=-==-====-==-=---- In ancient times those cold fingers outlasted. The saint longing for a vicious lover hiding behind the fool rages , the storm of anger swarms... The desert is grim. Now she is as comforting as their misunderstood oppressor! The grass yearning after a lonely mother feasts on me! Look again, though -- the temple arises, wildly! Have the formless wounds feared lonely memories? Why do I rage longing for the shaman yearning after the hill, thunderously? In my childhood he was justified , and yet in this world of ours it is undivided. In the days of yore they were healed. But softly; a sand of memory hates the explosion in the dream dreaming of a helpless healer. Mourn lovingly at last. Fangworthy The Wolfboy
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.