Old school Desk top wallpapers, pre loved and worn out.
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,
Young and OldThis is the time, Natas waited so patiently for,
QuietudeThe Eleven broke camp, all was quiet.
OversightI walk a very tender and fragile edge,
CommunicationsAll these great forces have united themselves,
He Calls Me SlothThe Master, he calls me Sloth,