Ciggy Ciggy!

the confusion dropped like a bomb that failed to explode. instead it waved only ripples of dust as it landed its belly on the ground.

my first sign that i am not yet disintegrated.

now that i lived to see what this mammoth is-- that it surprised me because of it's failure to detonate. i can stand beside it and bit by bit dismantle it.

with my bare hands, i will loosen the screws, pull the metal covers, pluck and tear the wires, and to its core my fingers will mutilate its elements.

this single drop of a rain of rockets is my chance to know what it is that drops from the sky.

i will find out soon what piece of heaven this is.

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