The Wall 2019
We all have walls to encounter, and we all have means to over come them. This is a WIP for Calliopes Wings.
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.
Fall of Ketpoc
He Calls Me SlothThe Master, he calls me Sloth,
Bull HornThe Niknogard charged at double time,
Young and OldThis is the time, Natas waited so patiently for,
Higher and HireSicta is to lead, Flying Maniax to the East;
Brothers of GubI am a member, of the Brothers of Gub.