past the Russians, as our sensors started detecting the small
explosions of micrometeoroids against the sides of our tiny satellite,
we, the Americans, breathed a sigh of relief
we could win the space race after all
along the way, we could observe the past rushing at us
from billions of years ago, the rising of stars and galaxies,
the roar of stars falling into the abyss of dark holes.
we, the Americans, saw it all in the end
and realized how tiny we are
what power we hold in our outstretched hands.
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