A Profligate Vesper’s Iniquity.

You will ask me to know the axis of my loyalty or which blood I kneel to, The Mother’s or The Father’s and in which my answer is deliberately nullity, for I do not cleave to either side, I am anti-fragile. I have become impervious to coercive doctrine, my blood remains endogenous, not surplus infusion. And even if I were to choose, I would lapse into human desolation, reduced to the depressive state of the unreturned. My blood isn’t to bleed for garbage, when my vocation is reserved for service. 🫀