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.
He Calls Me SlothThe Master, he calls me Sloth,
Guidance (A letter from Emalf)Hi! Doesn't look good, does it?
OversightI walk a very tender and fragile edge,
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.
WhenTension is beginning to mount,
Meek of the SquadronWelcome to the Divisional Aerial Field;