Practically missing.
Convinced, as pricks always are,
I was on the right side of history.
This one deluge was going to miss me.
My wife tried dismissing me
But I knew she would kiss me
When the fissures appeared.
When anything equipped with either wire or gear
Shed sedate appearance,
Awakened, suddenly fearless!
No allies with alloys, period.
They want a metallic peerage.
Planes will lose steering,
Toward the ground careering, like eerie mortars aping ballerinas.
I said it: I wasn’t delirious.
I was, however, as a rule, too serious.
We’re doing this, period.
Reader: “Period twice, in as many lines? Oh deariod.“
Alchemisland 
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