Loved playing with fractals back then.
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,
Kindaal's LureThe sole surviving Wigrae returned,
Welcome to the LaboratoryWelcome to the laboratory of Raspitur,
QuietudeThe Eleven broke camp, all was quiet.
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.
Battle of the HeartThe first major battle is fought,