I kill where I please because it is all mine.
    There is no sophistry in my body:
    My manners are tearing off heads -

    The allotment of death.
    For the one path of my flight is direct
    Through the bones of the living.
    No arguments assert my right:

    The sun is behind me.
    Nothing has changed since I began.
    My eye has permitted no change.
    I am going to keep things like this
    Until mystery rapes my reason.

Emily Dickinson's axiom
Emily Dickinson's Axiom...