athwart is the resolve of combatants... I Am and Am not. untold purification rests at both sides. unresponsive leverages grow the Circle. were it not for the staying power of me-- these brackets of vision would not quake as they are set. at half staff, neither country nor body... invoking athwart. consanguinity that is the meaning of poetry's verbose transfusion. heir, heiress, universe--a haunting inheritance Whole. I Am a sprightly idiot found out amid the galactic cauldron. hellbent gods and goddesses plucking stars from my hair. doctoring my itch.