Poetry. This is the final part, currently, of Peter Ganick's long poem IMMANENCE, published in six chapbook sections by six publishers simultaneously. A magic mask -- this the ripe blue of cartouches invoking all seen in turned language, the springs of time, the terrified nature that shares concerted imposings upon getting a supported rheostat for the role that no one else can play ... you, the self there -- once an impoverished grommet in the works of text and grit -- shadow that does not exonerate the base use of umbrage, shaving one's body for the wizened denatured limitation of finessed frankness without sport ... (when). Saddlestapled chapbook.