Aah my sweet Chiron,

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Let me be my own Herakles,

as you watch me grow,

upon and unto your eyes;

yet when the crucial time that is ripe I am free

of your training,

of your edifications,

of your love you gave. . .

In one swoop my Icarus wings are built,

fascination will be my own downfall,

and I would fall,

so shall it be then,

I will plummet but rise into mine own.

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