The old witch crow with crystal site unfurled her wings as she dressed for flight. In to the smoke in to the know a drop of water on her brow. The space between the here and the there in the ether through the eye of the storm. A tempest does gather as pinion spins, a pixie that starts fires it looks like at a whim. An arching current through space and time, red shift ready, steady, always go. A gathering of titans, prodigy of God, look down from up upon what was yonder.
moon and stars, sun and space
they teach you nothing
it's common place
Be still and listen
One day I will tell you a story
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Ingenious people rethink the way
Inventive people engineer the way
Indentured people pave the way
Initiated people walk the way
Industrious people keep the way
The more they tell you the more you can see
Once long ago on the island named Europa, she lounged by pools as she read stories of her children far away. Titans came and went as they caught a glimpse of a roman lady in training. Under guardian eyes where lions ward the way and dragons in flight are everyday. School it was where she learned to fit in a mission on terra was soon to be on the way.
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