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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.
Welcome to the LaboratoryWelcome to the laboratory of Raspitur,
SortiesA quick brief on the rest of the Division.
Meek of the SquadronWelcome to the Divisional Aerial Field;
He Calls Me SlothThe Master, he calls me Sloth,
QuietudeThe Eleven broke camp, all was quiet.
Shadow CreatureWhy, does Natas always send me out here?