There are several rockets that have been built.
Some were riskier then most others.
The titanic with wings of a feather.
Flying through the sky filled with machines.
Cutting through nature with a heart for imagining.
Through all this time,
I dream of it.
Monsters that don't exist.
But in time like structuring education,
I feel the need for approval.
Being approached by so very few -
of these things.
I seek refuge.
I am wiser.
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