We are meat in the air. Flying into night space.  
 Meat complexified by evolution from the original  
 stuff. Re-evolved and retread, grown, bolted, hands  
 feet working, like they do, from slimy water, even now,  
 shot out the peter, through the crisscross round mileage  
 of speed and explosion. 
  
 I am. 
  
 Burst of the planet, burst through years I see on a hill  
 in electric your death and am puzzled. I am. I am. Milliards