.From up here the Pacific looks like fire and things to come. I'm a steel rocket; I am a human bomb. They say we'll be gods..thunder, divine. But surely we'll only be history--literal and poignative; stuck in time and out of time. I'm sending fingernails and locks of hair. I'm falling sky; I'm scream.
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