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That which is an attractor has 4 legs
Two wings, two hands
and a steering wheel for manning the front wheeler

The spin is of significance for the difference it presents
between inheritance and the drives it demands;
-For passage and safety, along the way
We stumble upon a friend-
a bifurcation in the wings
Now the dance will be seen from under the rim of the class-holder's belt
Under the suspect supposition
That you yourself have entered without permission
And God forbid that the class should halt!
Unfortunately, the best way to learn most lessons is to be lacerated by the sheer presence of doubt

Now quaint in your belly
The butterflies prance to a digested meat
Which glances from across the table back to you to see
If you're still not seated among the other guest's genetic dynasty
Because even the strangest meals,
In lieu of what language they speak,
Feel themselves also to be in the meat locker
Here, with ME

And who is ME?
A wall after 1, 2, 3
A maze, a phase, a page, a blank
Shot! Fired! Seams, screens, screams
In the dark, a mark, a part that desires to see it all
For what it is, what it walks, talks, barks and sparks;
The word you haven't seen
A dream you have yet to dream
A pencil test to write a life itself a wild guess
And in the crumbling mess, pick up the ashes
All to send it back 
In masses
To the next

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Aviatrix

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