Attempting to get the pose correct, getting there.
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.
PredictionKindaal had guessed Natas was going to be mad,
CommunicationsAll these great forces have united themselves,
Welcome to the LaboratoryWelcome to the laboratory of Raspitur,
He Calls Me SlothThe Master, he calls me Sloth,
OversightI walk a very tender and fragile edge,
Meek of the SquadronWelcome to the Divisional Aerial Field;