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We are born of light waves and shaped by Invisible forces Pulled and pressed Twisted and folded by tectonic incantations ancient algorithmic spells make us retreat into the hollow caverns of our bones upon which our ancestors carved the first mathematical laws In ancient Babylon In red clay and our bone-dance follows the geometrical magic hidden in the temples of Muhammad

Voices echo across timeless time voices

Of prophet’s

Of Renaissance visionaries

Who dreamed of flying machines and spiral coils

Magnifying conducting electric light through the earth Unseen but potent -

Invisibility is only illusory

Dividing space without mercy Piercing bodies and delivering light to eyes dimmed by the curse of somnambulism

In this eternally suspended sea of dreams of gods Of half-remembered secrets and prayers etched in stone Delivered in the bones of the winged-ones and translated by Orphic magi Into ink upon the parchment of our collective Grimoire We become the dream and the dreamer, the sculpture and the sculptor’s hands, the spell and the sorcerer, the breath that moves the dancer, and we become the dance that gives form to all.