There is mounting evidence that we are not alone in the universe
Are there somewhere other life forms looking up into their night sky from very different Worlds
Asking the same kind of questions
The hows, the whys
A hooded figure emerges from the shadows
Something in their movements is familiar
Their worn hands lift to their hidden face
Time stands still
Your breath catches in your throat
Your heartbeat races in your chest
They pull back their hood to reveal
Their eyes, your eyes
How can this be?
The wind picks up
You stop still in your tracks
They approach
Dark forces align
This violence never satisfied
The dispossessed
The unreal and the real
Taking cosmic flight
Prejudice revealed
Phallic weapons poised
Power over cries
Unarmed masses scattered
Under thunderous skies
The left hand of darkness
Sways the hands of Time
Counter-clockwise motion
Reversing words unrhymed
Revealing all unravelled
Disentangling lives
A third spent in slumber
Another third in lies
The past veiled in myth
Controlled by gods unseen
Into unknown futures foretold we careen
Darkness disproportion
Grow like winding weeds
Archaeology reveals the glitter of a seed
They fight and feed on fear hate rivalry aggression
Interplanetary game labyrinthian oppression
Mythology feeds memory beyond what words can say
Instruments of power that put us in our place
A vaste ornate procession gold spheres
The chaos of the cosmos
Thunderous discordant their sounding is a storm
Towers watching over, they never march in form
Death walks behind the king
The Mover of great events
Human bones, human blood in the mortar
The building of our great cities
More and more I long for saneness for anonymity