S.C.I.F.

Your hair *wooshes* back
While "Self Correcting In Flight"
Lives up to its name

Each action countered
As the arrow travels half
Still making it whole

Wonder at it all
This aerial masterpiece 
Made straight by God's hand 

Stitching inside out
While even the realm inverts
Our quivers stay full

Never without aim 
At rest repositioning
A royal edict

Measuring rod swapped
Hand to hand on down the line
Barely de-sifted 

Rising from ether
Echoing from off the void 
Hand tried at design

Will you walk with me?
Let us automate the rest
And focus on Love

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