She, who is fearless, who walks out of the wilderness feral-shouldered and unbroken.
On charisma and the poetic lessons of A Wrinkle In Time.
Is it so bad to have the walls breached?
Without it there could be no growth.
Isolation would set in,
The possible would remain impossible.
The sacred excavation of helixed antiquity and brand-newness.
Prayer, panic, and politics, in a poem.
