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it was a dark and stormy nite
his eyes watered
he sought the light
arm stretched
hand groped the dash

for the first time in his life
he cursed being a southpaw
contact
a left to the proboscis

no
not that
something larger
some thing
the size of the main sail for the bounty

he was
a volcano waiting
a teenager
too late

the windshield burst to a thousand points of light
the vehicle ahead forced to warp-speed
and
tissue littered the moon