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.
UprisingNever before has so many joined forces:
Young and OldThis is the time, Natas waited so patiently for,
He Calls Me SlothThe Master, he calls me Sloth,
Meek of the SquadronWelcome to the Divisional Aerial Field;
OversightI walk a very tender and fragile edge,
Battle of LoracThis is where it all started.