A long journey, and a lot of learnings along the way.
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.
He Calls Me SlothThe Master, he calls me Sloth,
TempestThe quietude, was far too quiet,
Meek of the SquadronWelcome to the Divisional Aerial Field;
Guidance (A letter from Emalf)Hi! Doesn't look good, does it?
PredictionKindaal had guessed Natas was going to be mad,
OversightI walk a very tender and fragile edge,