Slow figuring out the lighting … Well I think I did.
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.
Eleven's GatheringTyne and Valen waited eagerly, patiently,
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.
He Calls Me SlothThe Master, he calls me Sloth,
Young and OldThis is the time, Natas waited so patiently for,
SortiesA quick brief on the rest of the Division.
RealityThe Dihpa have scoured the countryside,