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.
Higher and HireSicta is to lead, Flying Maniax to the East;
He Calls Me SlothThe Master, he calls me Sloth,
HumourMisty rides upon Antis's great shoulders,
Battle of LoracThis is where it all started.
UprisingNever before has so many joined forces:
SortiesA quick brief on the rest of the Division.