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Sport 41: 2013
Patient Zero
page 237
Patient Zero
Then my skin started growing back on me in curlicues.
In section, I looked quilled.
I truly hit the iceberg, and its name was Attrition.
Then I grew wings to cover my face.
I could produce a hint of green lightning.
And I crackled, because I grew a barky carapace around every vein.
Then, as though Metatron, I sat down in my life.
Verily I was like a wheel within a wheel and not my own governor.
The Stronghold was off duty the day this bolide detonated
and made me both the colony and the chattel
and introduced the rarefied germ, who has four faces, and presides
over nations.