Fuselage fracture. Airborne explosion. Thrown clear of the wreck drawing its comet parabola across the sky. Gravitys rainbow aflame with kerosene. Surrendering to the gentle but demanding hands of inertia. Falling towards a blue infinity. Its concrete surface shifting in soothing azure. Alchemistic symbiosis. Carried beyond her physical boundaries on wings of pure velocity. Shedding her skin like an empty vessel. We are souls attached to a dying animal. Her very essence, translated into the kinetic energy of the impact, spreads across her new body of water. Entering the oceanic vastness. Sensing silent giants in her depths, oily carpets on her liquid skin, multitudes of swarming life in between. Now she has a new name. And its spelled in waters.