Hundreds
of white tiles will sail into a thousand sunrises, double delta wings fold in
time out of mind. Solid rocket boosters flower power an hour. The orbiter
engines, equilateral through streams of cloud, must expire. But it’s this loophole
in the law of thermodynamics, this gap in the management’s well-wrought plan
brought it all undone. It wasn’t the payload. Brittle rings that warm October
might still be kind to disintegrated in icy January once the heat applied. It
was the know-how. How lift-off dependent on every last rivet fell Icarus-like
but for a few zero-fittings, like a parabolic parable.
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