The Eye is in the doorway to the soul. Or as in this case, the souls are the doorway to the eye.
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,
Hasten's ReturnIt is nice of the Tender and the Eleven,
XenophobiaXenophobia rages throughout the Highlands,
RealityThe Dihpa have scoured the countryside,
Welcome to the LaboratoryWelcome to the laboratory of Raspitur,
Fall of Ketpoc