Ap Bio Lab 8 Hardy Weinberg Problem Number 2

... "all that I have practiced so far, I call it a work of love ...
I am now, grown
is my nature,
through suffering."

Seneca, Medea.

ACROBAT

Existence is amazing?
is the excruciating rib of Adam, who wakes up with no more dense
The beauty or pleasure Libeccio subtracted from singing? In

suspect I let myself fall


Smell of weakness along the strings of
'be imperceptible.
There is no sounder.
I close my eyes and as an acrobat



trace embroidery
air euphoria of the rough, live
resigned to the slow, rhythmic die
of hours, days. Without a shadow of Me

and weightless acrobatics
Embraced, caricature sucked from the mirror
Mouth against your mouth. On
sets of fake stars in this circus of

Lights and Shadows. Dawns and twilights

Blank, S

ospensione, D

ELIR, I

PNOS


blinding light and deep darkness. Swing
planets and moons
tormented cries from fans aphonia
detrital clay in the opening try
foothold that

looking down, there
the network,

tremendous chance!

But, no joke, reveal, oh Santa Luna

"Pure, your Amber is always the same? "Where is the Truth?
sacked. Incisa. Excoriated.
Outside the world to search a return
unnoticed.

There is no doubt: the unclean and the acrobat
the eve of its fall.


Mya.