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Blanche McLanahan [ehcnald at yahoo.com]


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ANGLES IN OUR EVOLUTION

Angles and degrees throughout the years, calculate change recorded in genetic gears.

The microchip to stimulate the brain, a key to understanding our disease and pain.

Zygomatic arches to alter the tide, a heavy brow to shadow our pride.

The Ica tradition to bind the skull, history tells of occipital elongation, its rise and fall.

Atlantis to breed crystal form of the index, storing wisdom of light and how it reflects.

Protuberances internal deflections are indicative of need for vertical correction.

The soft palate rises 45 degrees to transfer, lightís energy to perfuse the density of brain matter.

Kinetic energy diffuses the pineal gland, here light shines through the eyes demand.

This orbital ocular body of water finds angle to equal incidence or reflection would shatter.

All we see is stored in this center, a refractory index of our face in the mirror.

Thought creates the picture your eyes see, a gift of mortal proclivity.

All in life comes of this computerís store, as time passes we stand to acquire more.

Our thoughts simply replicate all the mind knows
Our technology of the future is the pasts fading glow.

As we travel through the ages unearthing man, these skulls seem to cradle the truth at hand.

Our chromosomes adrift come together in time to reshape this index to flow with the tide.

Angles during evolutions twisting helical ride distorting the pastís knowledge hidden inside.

One day soon the index's prism will infuse and the brains nine tenths will no longer be unused.

As we suffer the angle of evolution in time, the shift will induce change of primordial rhyme.

Our time will seek evolution without reason, Isis and Osiris imply time is the treason.

We suffer times influence on gravity and the altered force depletes our longevity.

It is soon to unravel the helical twist, AS CODON ARE SET PARALLEL IN LINES TO RESIST......

The tractor lines of the farmer. He who lies in all of us.

- Blanche McLanahan


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