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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.
Meek of the SquadronWelcome to the Divisional Aerial Field;
He Calls Me SlothThe Master, he calls me Sloth,
Battle of LoracThis is where it all started.
TempestThe quietude, was far too quiet,
Battle of the HeartThe first major battle is fought,
PredictionKindaal had guessed Natas was going to be mad,