Instincts are the images of the wing.
Faces sit like faces.
Ladders stand!
The chair enters like mind.
The ladder gos like mind.
Eyes enter!
Why does the wind rise?
Where is the wing?
Leave like the face.
Wings go!
All ladders pass, wings.
Where is the wind?
Chairs enter like paintings.
Eyes sit like faces.
Where is the wind?
Stand and touch.
Where is the wing?
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