I liked the girls som much that I rendered them separately from Torn
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.
Refuge (A letter from Emalf)Well, the Eleven have broken camp, as have the force of Tender. Stroke of luck with the tempest, and Saracere. Maybe, the Only One has his hand in this after all.
Guidance (A letter from Emalf)Hi! Doesn't look good, does it?
He Calls Me SlothThe Master, he calls me Sloth,
Arriving RitualRexoch made a grand appearance in Ketpoc,
OversightI walk a very tender and fragile edge,
WhenTension is beginning to mount,