OK, Hair has always been an obsession. Trying to create it is a neverending journey.
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.
Eleven's GatheringTyne and Valen waited eagerly, patiently,
HumourMisty rides upon Antis's great shoulders,
Higher and HireSicta is to lead, Flying Maniax to the East;
Kindaal's LureThe sole surviving Wigrae returned,
He Calls Me SlothThe Master, he calls me Sloth,
Brothers of GubI am a member, of the Brothers of Gub.