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How did it start?
Did I fall into a nuclear reactor,
crawl out with acid skin or
something worse–a hostile
alien ambassador?
Or am I simply another of
the universe’s failed experiments?
Either way I have been wondering
Just how it is that I have never heard
the tale of how I got my powers
thrust into being, careening along
on a crooked little trajectory
Dissolving in movement; a body in orbit,
Or a roach on his way
to the gutter?
The tail of a comet burned up in an
instant, the destruction of matter.
No object to be seen in the supercollider
just a light in the tunnel and whatever
gets scattered,
Life flashing before the eye of
whatever comes after
The force of our impact, the fission,
The hum of our contact,
The sound of our collision.
