I feel that you have to make heaps of ordinary images in preparation for the muses occassional, this is one of the ordinary.
The following poems are randomly selected from part B of the Garden series.
If you are patient, the whole story may appear. There is a doorway on this site, that will open to the poetry collection, both in context and complexity.
OversightI walk a very tender and fragile edge,
Refuge (A letter from Emalf)Well, the Eleven have broken camp, as have the force of Tender. Stroke of luck with the tempest, and Saracere. Maybe, the Only One has his hand in this after all.
Brothers of GubI am a member, of the Brothers of Gub.
HumourMisty rides upon Antis's great shoulders,
He Calls Me SlothThe Master, he calls me Sloth,
RealityThe Dihpa have scoured the countryside,