A play on words really, a fractalized image within her fractal eyes. As you can tell, Im totally addicted to fractals, and the old ways.
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.
RealityThe Dihpa have scoured the countryside,
Young and OldThis is the time, Natas waited so patiently for,
HumourMisty rides upon Antis's great shoulders,
PredictionKindaal had guessed Natas was going to be mad,
QuietudeThe Eleven broke camp, all was quiet.
Arriving RitualRexoch made a grand appearance in Ketpoc,