Enough of the story telling, time for you to decipher the story, if there is a story to be. Back to work, enjoy your week.
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,
HumourMisty rides upon Antis's great shoulders,
Eleven's GatheringTyne and Valen waited eagerly, patiently,
Kindaal's LureThe sole surviving Wigrae returned,
Welcome to the LaboratoryWelcome to the laboratory of Raspitur,
PredictionKindaal had guessed Natas was going to be mad,