Agatha Moi is a long-thought, very full bramble of ruminations of a life through which struggle enabled the sacrament of a kind of purification--a cleanliness of negativism, fear, and doubt, the redressing of fear, and the pathos of understanding the loss of, most, beauty--into an acceptance of an argument aspiring which became, finally, truly, unnecessary.
"Wearing" can prove diffcult, as the verse narrative demonstrates, but using its reality of studied perception with the "forward appendage of thought--hope"--a cathartic quest has o ered a medium, a fashion after the grail: one of truths, beauty and acceptance without regret.
If wisdom be found through example, perhaps we may look into ourselves to accept and trust, if with questions, the spirit waiting there to be unveiled, to not be in reactive discovery, challenged, or filled of questions yet thought found unworthy. Growth can occur within the rooms of doubt, as with examination, casting off, reaffirming, or finding new alternatives, but we must be wise in the thoughtful simplicity of a behavior truly no more than rearranging - replacing an acceptable portion of truth in the portion left empty--that we not be found, "left waiting," without our "stars" to dress our "person."
