It's moving slow enough it shouldn't crash;
I mean, there's so much time to turn away.
This isn't some insane, last-second dash
That goes awry, and makes what once was play
Seem deadly real. No, this was planned ahead,
The path was scouted and the way assured,
But even as it gathered to a head
Before, it seemed, it could not be deferred
The end was obvious - yet it went on,
Into a clear and devastating turn.
Before the flying embers were all gone,
Even before the first small spark could burn
I could see it coming. But no force
Could alter or amend the settled course.
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