Just playing around with ideas
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.
PredictionKindaal had guessed Natas was going to be mad,
Higher and HireSicta is to lead, Flying Maniax to the East;
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.
Meek of the SquadronWelcome to the Divisional Aerial Field;
Welcome to the LaboratoryWelcome to the laboratory of Raspitur,