The eyes are the doorway to the soul, But when they have been stolen, and replaced with steel, what truly reflects is amazing.
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.
Higher and HireSicta is to lead, Flying Maniax to the East;
Welcome to the LaboratoryWelcome to the laboratory of Raspitur,
XenophobiaXenophobia rages throughout the Highlands,
Hasten's ReturnIt is nice of the Tender and the Eleven,
Third Apostle's LetterIt's great to be back, amongst my finest companions. It was good to meet and converse with Nathaniel. But "there's no place like home." So the Ancient saying goes.
He Calls Me SlothThe Master, he calls me Sloth,