What was it? A meteorite or a visitation from outer space?
Whatever it was, in our small land it appeared.
Wounded by such encounter, we regretted never being able to disappear at will.
The catastrophe began with a dramatic collapse of the core and an expansion of the outer
regions. To form a giant. A supergiant.
On 8th boulevard, right after sinuous curves.
We sent in troops. No one returned. Gradually, the air supply gives out.
Absence persists. We must endure it.
We will manipulate it: transform the distortion of time into oscillation, disorientation.
Run, as fast as we can, to stay in the same place.