three points a triangle, so sacred//
two triangles caress, the star of David//
Nova agmounst the matrix, shine so brite//
expressed in light, shines divine at nite//
the holy type, still writes and fondles mics//
stellar sight, untouchable, skyline heights//
off in flight, but only land momentarily//
cemetary, now i'm back in the air n breeze//
spirit free wit verity, off in space again//
briter and wiser where the atmosphere ends//
fire within, to be me it takes patient//
waitin, no stipulation fo constellations//

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Lyrical Rapsody