Forty Four (Illusion) Mobile
Forty Four for Mobiles
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.
SoIt has happened once again, as it has done every millennium or so. The Great One, has means in his ways. These wars, of total annihilation, act as a cleansing process.
Higher and HireSicta is to lead, Flying Maniax to the East;
HumourMisty rides upon Antis's great shoulders,
He Calls Me SlothThe Master, he calls me Sloth,
Meek of the SquadronWelcome to the Divisional Aerial Field;
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.