Sunday, January 05, 2014

Where Do They Go?


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Here, perforce, I'd report­ "They're here," then feel a strange relief.  For far too long they disappear like burglars or thieves. Returned, in force, they'd reappear to crawl the skies again, returning like all flying things that come back every spring.
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True! FIVE flew by one Sunday, well before the sun came up, well before the coffee's finished from a steaming coffee cup, and wondering where they could go, for such a length of time, I ponder their pretension in these metered words, to rhyme.  Bereft of all apology and with my chin held high I report there's stuff to see... in night or daylight skies!
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Then, I'd think that they'd "forsaken" me: these stars that tack and sail. I'd wonder that they'd gone away to fuel another's tale. Though, what could make appearance known so right up in your face, to disappear for days on end, then reappear—apace!
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...And reappear they would indeed! Such color, speed, and light. Their paths bemused, if certain; they are dim or very bright! Too, I'd feel a satisfaction that is absent when they're gone... I'd feel this... strange "assurance" as I watched them glide along.
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Some mornings I would see but one; then two days in a row! I'd think they're back, I'm saying, but then where, friend, did they go?  I'd think I'm not worth watching... ...so they're likely not for me! Though, what have I been seeing in these objects I "don't" see?
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...And what indeed, I ask myself, appears before my eyes? What might these things, in ebb and flow, propitiously provide?  What must be their upside?  Why are they preferred?  Why does searching for them make me feel good—better served.
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Well, to me they are potentials well beyond the threat of war! To me they're strong sedition from my culture's whoring bore! To me they show some promise and an answer to a song ... "Is That All There Is?" Peg Lee once asked... their answer's clear and strong.
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"No, you're not alone at all, youtragichuman race. Though, you facilitate corruptions to disgrace your mote in space. Adrift in sad belligerence, and complacent to the max, a sea of life surrounding you's ignored in heaps and stacks."
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"It's you yourselves won't cure, at last, your self-imposed disease!  It's you yourselves retreating to the "safety" of your knees!  It's you yourselves denying that we fly your troubled skies, and it's you, yourselves, who's keeping us... from landing right outside."



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It's no secret that if you spend time studying a night sky (day sky too!) you'll see one.  One what?  Oh, just a flying object that you can't identify.  ...An Unidentified Flying Object.  UFO.
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Birds, bolides, boosters and balloons—forgetting planes, don't qualify.  Things you can identify, won't. Oddly there remains a statistically significant, highly so in fact—in the 20% category!—of very clearly seen objects only bemused for identification... UAP?  That may be an unbrave dodge!  See, a UAP doesn't even have to be there... A UFO gets up your nose so far you feel knees scrubbing your chin!

I trot all my UFOs out here: http://www.alienview.net/oddobs.html
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Seriously, the objects alluded to above are odd enough when they are there: these flying stars, hurtling their strange and unspeakable staggers and trajectories... but then, presuming the more clockwork regularity of the forecast, and so prosaic, orbiting objects objectifying a human manufacture? Where do "they" go when they go?
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...Sometimes it was for weeks...eh?  Where?

Restore John Ford!

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