Many apologies, a lot of the wallpapers in the early days did not contain any comments
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.
Meek of the SquadronWelcome to the Divisional Aerial Field;
Welcome to the LaboratoryWelcome to the laboratory of Raspitur,
He Calls Me SlothThe Master, he calls me Sloth,
PredictionKindaal had guessed Natas was going to be mad,
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.
Young and OldThis is the time, Natas waited so patiently for,