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Do you believe in Destiny?
Do you believe that all your actions,
All what you become, your life,
Was planned, maybe before the Universe began.
Here is an example of a poem in the book.
That fine shaped fin cut through my skull,
They said it pierced the inner brain.
That polished, embellished nose cone,
Boldly coloured red,
Severed an artery in my head!
Uncontrolled projectiles, falling from the sky,
Can do that, even to a passerby?
FINAL IMAGE: that of Rick,
What did he say, or try?
He was concerned, his frown expressed it.
A reminder no doubt,
When we made our mark that day,
In the shape of a mushroom cloud of grey.
Upon our school labs ancient ceiling!
We blamed it on the Space Race and the Russians,
And on innocent, be speckled classmate James.
Our treacherous retreat, living him in range!
By the rocket's burning shell.
And as my final thoughts ascended as that cloud,
Was this not just déjà vu?
Of that similar launch?
As that first streamlined, gleaming projectile was able,
To leap from its steel cradle.
Rather premature, but very stable.
Our later verdict on Richard's missing brow
He became our first space traveler.
Of this involuntary contribution, we had no compulsion,
But to blame it on an electrical malfunction!
