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.
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.
He Calls Me SlothThe Master, he calls me Sloth,
QuietudeThe Eleven broke camp, all was quiet.
SortiesA quick brief on the rest of the Division.
HumourMisty rides upon Antis's great shoulders,
CommunicationsAll these great forces have united themselves,