Sunday, January 08, 2012

Seditious Sky...


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Enamored, I gaze into endless dark skies. Skies, yes, incapable of telling some lies.* The kind of a sky that snatches your breath; a beautiful sky that no one regrets... remains it's alive with an uncommon light to question "contentment" or query what's "right."
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...Then it appears so abruptly I'm startled, A CRAFT (?) — or A LIGHT (?) ...but, you call it, Ronald!  I shall not be sorry for bearing such witness; dismissals are facile—sans courage and witless!
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...And it swayed (!) and was pulsing across the dark sky! Its speed was inconstant! I'm seeing this, Clyde!
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...And, I know I sound crazy! Yes, I know it's obverse; what I can't tell you outright I must tell you in verse!  See, the verse is a transcript of what has been seen—"disclaimer" provided as the verse is demeaned?  Still, happening in fact, all it takes is one time; self-honesty dictates a change of ones mind!
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...It *wafted* along—its purpose a mystery—bolstering tales which litter our History!  Too, doing away with those tales we're told—to deify "fathers" to make us less bold—hear epics of "heroes" to which you're compared... when they never existed!  You're *unworthy*, Mon frère!
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I portend our history's lies are toxic cloth we should despise ... a damned and thread-bare tapestry! A cloth of artless sophistry... contriving that which holds us down, supports too few—sports errant crowns! 
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...For I've—so—seen *them* flying in the glittering above! It was certainly not an airplane, or a sea gull or a dove! This thing was not an airship, or a storm cloud, or a finch. It wasn't Hynek's' "swamp gas", then, you smirking son of a bitch!
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...And then at once it brightened, and I thought it would explode! It dead-stopped in the star field and then, flickered, burned, and glowed! I held my breath to wait and see what this might be about, then, it did the damnedest thing! It but flickered and went out!
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Awe struck—I stared, befuddled, into empty star-filled space, my chin around my weak and buckling knees—I'm so amazed; then *daughter* lights came out to play along "meanders" traced (!), and flashing red and white they're GONE, departing in all haste!?!
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All the stars are laughing then, or it seems so on reflection, that I was there to process this anomalous detection.  A common man without "Doc's" letters, "without portfolio"—inconsequential... unimportant, hardly key, pedestrian ...non-essential... That I could be the one to see this para-normal light... which is visible to thousands, maybe millions, am I right?
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That I would see this strangeness so belittled by the news—that I... more clearly fathom... all the wonder it imbues.  The "greatest story never told" and what it just might mean... the actualizing of oneself to better hopes and dreams!
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...We have had our "trust" betrayed, been thieved from "fair and square"; our air and food are poisonous —water's getting rare!  So, I'll not then be buying what our "ruling gentry's" said, as they've clearly been untruthful, cousin! I would do this then, in stead!
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...Cop to living skies, my friends! They're not an errant joke! Too, they're in no way beholden to those persons blowing smoke!
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...To me at least, it makes no sense... this entropy of common sense; this desolation of the self; this final loss of mental health? The losses 'twixt your "hawks" and "doves"... The loss of wholesome cares and loves...
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You so choose, at costso stow itthen, cheated and alone... ...you blow it?
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...And STILL be optimistic in this blackened Winter night! Lights will still move strangely, but they won't increase ones fright.  They are, instead, stange "alternate"—alternative—new voice! They do not pay observance to the "man"!  They offer CHOICE!
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See, that's the real problem with what "serves" us as "Officials."  We're offered an "alternative" which, then, could be beneficial.  "Kings" just as soon have none of that; they'd keep you on your knees—they'd introduce reductionists and substitute "disease."
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UFOs? A comfort when compared to our own kind... who'd let their own just starve to death... driven crazy, sick, and blind! The lights can be, then, much preferred (!), compared to me and you or the fulsomeness of anger 'twixt the Christian/Moslem/Jew! Their lights are then more favored, friend, than governments of hatred—"governments" down primrose paths... to "hells" for which we're fated?
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...And me? Well, I'll be watching for those "lighted cosmic ships" ... entities thought sailing in an ocean sky eclipsed? ...And I won't await "consensus," or a "scientific" nod, or the words of fulsome "ministers," or the mewling of some mob!
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I've seen them fly—goddamnit! How worthy, then, your sneer (I've come to understand, my friend, just masks a coward's fear)?
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You think that I'm affected by your lies and obfuscation; you think that I'm controlled or led by vast prevarications; you're thinking I'm a hapless clone to listen and obey—your drone?
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Get a grip, you're almost through—our times are fast a changin'... ...true!
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  • *If our sun, at *this* moment, exploded... we wouldn't know about it for eight and a third minutes.  Further away Betelgeuse—a monster sun the size of Jupiter's orbit and glaring balefully from the constellation Orion's right shoulder—provides for a colossal explosion we wouldn't know about... for another 640 years!  Further away than that is the truth, farther away.
  • *The lying skies lie as the sky lies.  What you "see" is not what "what you get," you see?  To the contrary, one looks at the obfuscating night sky and shall not perceive what "is" but, at best, what "was."  The sky is not current events, the reader discovers; it is a grudging "history," and history, remember,  further the farther we gaze.  
  • See the "sliding scale" of truth provoked by distance?   Consider, we really do advance into the future perceiving only the misinterpreted and so distorted reflections from a crazed and indistinct rear-view mirror.  The point?  
  • I suspect that this is the draw of a SETI program.   Fixed myopically on what happened "long, long ago in a galaxy far, far away," one can then use their cognitive dissonance to excuse their cowardice, reader, and pretend that a truth measured only as light-nano-seconds removed from fact—of the clock—is not there at all.
  • It remains; we really do perceive only a grudging and after-the-fact forthrightness from the duplicitous sky with regard to the truth, reader, because, facilitated as it is by a glacial "speed of light," it has not yet made TIME—to tell us the truth.  This lie becomes only grander and progressively unknowable as one moves ones perception further away, and is a tangential reminder that at center?  The only truth one can really aspire to is oneself.
  • When you "look," you "find"!


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