Flatten directory structure

All content files (*.txt, *.html, *.river) are now in /.
I did this to simplify the compilation step, and to make
linking easier.  I'm still thinking about whether I should
move the contents of js/, img/, and lua/ into /, or into
an 'assets' folder of some sort.  We'll see.

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-title: Litany for a plant
-id: plant
-genre: verse
-
-project:
-    title: Autocento of the breakfast table
-    class: autocento
-...
-
-I need a plant.  I need a thing \
-to take care of.  I need \
-a little green brownspotted \
-[blackdirt][] growing \
-quietness.  I need a sunlit \
-dawn knowing my name filtered \
-through a [thin green window][]. \
-I need chlorophyll \
-working its [magic][] on beams of \
-grassmade early morning dewdrop \
-sweetmaking green.  I need \
-the dark earth sucking water \
-from a black crevice \
-its black magic churning \
-wormilled rockturned starblind \
-darkness and cold into \
-[the opposite of dust][].  I need the heat \
-to blind me.  I need the dumb making \
-to charge my coldened blood.  I need \
-the dropturned leaves to turn again \
-their [faces to the windblown sun][]. \
-I need millions of tiny years \
-summed up and burning out some unknown \
-new growth into the air.  I need four \
-hundred feet of dark red gnarled wood \
-and needles glistening wetly on goldheaded \
-branches hoisting themselves \
-to the sky.  I need ten strong men \
-to fail to bring you down.  Old one \
-I need the peace that comes with knowing \
-something sacred holds still \
-in the world.  I need your green tongues \
-[of flame to lick at old wounds][] \
-stitching us together away from ourselves. \
-I need your brownbranching grasp \
-to keep me from drifting off \
-into [unknowing terrible sleep][].  I need \
-[to know the snake][] hanging \
-from your branches.  I need to watch \
-the dropping of flesh massful \
-onto the ground from a height.  I need \
-the gnawer at your root to strike \
-a vein to quicken old brown stone \
-to movement.  I need jeweleyed venom \
-barking new greennesses into the bark. \
-I need a knocker of dark secrets hidden \
-in the dark bark hiding a smallstone \
-smoldering pearl in the knot.  I need \
-that [pearl held out in a hand][] like an offering. \
-I need the hand to be a plant's hand.
-
-I need a plant.  I need a growing \
-growler [groaning][] toward heat and air. \
-I need a green thin stem surprisingly strong \
-holding up the weight of a plain \
-of fallow [greennesses of creases and caresses][] \
-of tiny worldmaking hardworking grandeur. \
-I need a singer of life crying \
-forward into old roads covered over \
-by dead trees.  I need the rasping of root \
-in dirt.  I need the unfurling of fiddleheads \
-to sing forth a new symphony.  I need \
-fruits swelling large for the harvest. \
-I need yellow light shining through white bark. \
-I need juicecrush flowing waterlike \
-through valleys percolating up \
-through the ground.  I need springs bubbling sap \
-into cabins of wood fought for by labor. \
-I need snow on the ground with shoots \
-dotting the melting patches.  I need two \
-leaves on a thin stalk shivering \
-in [moonlight][].  I need robinsong warbling \
-over the heads of small seeds sprouting \
-to enliven their growth.  I need rings \
-of woody material widening to push \
-the ground out of their way.  I need \
-new greennesses pushing out from \
-the brown dark bark gnarled.  I \
-need the robin to build its songfilled \
-nest in a [branchcrotch][].  I need \
-the fecundity of fungi on the branches. \
-I need quiet of the sunlight shooting \
-through thousands of branched leaves \
-quivering.  [I need whisper at dawn.][] \
-I need burrows underground foxholes. \
-I need duff layers eaten through \
-by worms.  I need brooks murmuring \
-through crooks of roots.  I need small \
-[fish swimming][] in their schools at \
-midnight.  I need oldnesses giving way \
-[to youngnesses giving way to oldnesses][]. \
-I need dapplegray yellowshot ashbark. \
-I need the crunch of dead leaves underfoot. \
-I need [snowquiet deadbranch][] mourning. \
-I need those [purple mountains majesty][]. \
-I need a walk between trees in the dark. \
-I need that moment when stopping to rest \
-it suddenly seems that all the weary \
-[forestroads][] in all their meandering come \
-[to rest their heads][] at my astonished \
-feet, none of them needing more than me.
-
-[blackdirt]: building.html
-[thin green window]: window.html
-[magic]: cereal.html
-[to rest their heads]: riptide_memory.html
-[forestroads]: http://www.bartleby.com/119/1.html
-[purple mountains majesty]: http://www.wrensworld.com/purpmount.htm
-[snowquiet deadbranch]: 100-lines.html
-[to youngnesses giving way to oldnesses]: about-the-author.html
-[fish swimming]: proverbs.html
-[I need whisper at dawn.]: apollo11.html
-[branchcrotch]: epigraph.html
-[moonlight]: finding-the-lion.html
-[greennesses of creases and caresses]: the-sea_the-beach.html
-[groaning]: feedingtheraven.html
-[pearl held out in a hand]: roughgloves.html
-[to know the snake]: ouroboros_memory.html
-[unknowing terrible sleep]: in-bed.html
-[of flame to lick at old wounds]: fire.html
-[faces to the windblown sun]: no-nothing.html
-[the opposite of dust]: https://samofthetenthousandthings.wordpress.com/2012/09/08/charles-wright-reads-james-wright-the-journey-audio-poem/