sticky icarus parable at periphery
on re-ascent to grace, freakin' a little, apparently
rickety wings'll carry me, we did the math
or bury me, whatever, laugh
i'm beakman's disciple
engineer a new michael
leave the mission to the missionaries quick to tarry
i'm prone to dilly dally daily 'swhy i made aviary
ditch the hive wasp sting one too many times
shaking tailfeathers for takeoff afraid of heights
no rest till showtime at the apollo
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