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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