and pound pound go my feet- and i 'm chanting `` damn you , damn you '' - buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz- and 1017 do n't see me coming- i slam into him hard enough to lift him off his feet , feeling the air punched from his lungs as we fly across the grass , as we hit the ground rolling , as we go end over end across the dirt and into a shallow trench , as one titanic- eats the entire planet in a single bite of sound blasting away every thought and bit of noise picking up yer brain and shattering it into pieces and every bit of air is sucked up and blown past us and dirt and grass hits us in hard , heavy clods and smoke fills our lungs and then there 's silence .