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They flit and they skip
and they drop behind mesas!
They dodge behind roofs
of a neighbor's dark home!
They cross the night skies
like a star that "detaches,"
their flying is soundless...
...and we're not alone!
We're not alone
as we covet *possessions*;
we're not alone
as we squander our trust.
We're not alone
as we punish the innocence;
thinking that we have to,
convinced, somehow, we must!
We're not alone
while the rainforest's burning.
We're not alone
as we falter and cry.
We're not alone;
we have seen them all flying
in disparate countries...
festooning those skies!
We're not alone
as we torment ourselves.
We're not alone;
we are fragile ... unborn!
We're not alone,
and affixed with the blinders
I'd tear from our faces
with pleasure and scorn!
We're not alone!
They're in all geographics!
They hover for shuttles,
we've seen them in space!
They've neutered our nukes
at the drop of their *hat*...
somebody knows;
we're put in our place!
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Somebody knows
what the ancients were "knowing"
and shared in their tablets of clay!
Somebody knows
where the secrets are buried
that elevates humankind...
precluding the slave!
what the ancients were "knowing"
and shared in their tablets of clay!
Somebody knows
where the secrets are buried
that elevates humankind...
precluding the slave!
Somebody knows
why we suffer and die
when the best of all times
could be had!
Somebody knows
why we hate to look up;
why we're shamed,
why we're cowards,
why... at best we're so sad...
why we suffer and die
when the best of all times
could be had!
Somebody knows
why we hate to look up;
why we're shamed,
why we're cowards,
why... at best we're so sad...
Somebody knows
what it is we'd be knowing.
Somebody knows
if the ET's are here.
Somebody knows
surely more than we're getting
when circumstance is passing strange
with stuff so god-damned queer!
what it is we'd be knowing.
Somebody knows
if the ET's are here.
Somebody knows
surely more than we're getting
when circumstance is passing strange
with stuff so god-damned queer!
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They land and they leave
all the strangest of traces!
They clutter and clog
at the sweep of the sky!
We find them in ads
to insult our cognition
for all of the stuff
that we "lust" for and "buy."
...Why, we find them selling candy;
we find them shilling cars
machines to do our washing,
from the toy box to the stars.
They gloat in all our magazines;
they sell us toxic food?
They're all around;
they're surely here;
they exist; we must construe!
It's us confuses consciousness!
It's us well left alone!
It's us inflicts agendas!
It's us with hearts of stone!
They intrude where
"we won't have them"
in our sullen white-bread world.
They intrude into our clueless-ness
and they prove they shall not yield.
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They intrude in sullen closets
where we think we keep our secrets,
and they make their strange notations
in their *book*.
Knowing *bodies* we've been hiding,
they can dig up *moldy bones*,
and they know just where you'd,
likely, never look.
They intrude in sullen closets
where we think we keep our secrets,
and they make their strange notations
in their *book*.
Knowing *bodies* we've been hiding,
they can dig up *moldy bones*,
and they know just where you'd,
likely, never look.
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As days go by...
they're closer still;
they shall not be denied!
They'll solve our crass *indifference*;
they'll expose what's been contrived.
...And you better have your "center."
You best expand your mind.
You better open up the box
in which you keep your soul confined!
The future is a freight train,
and we're tied on humming tracks;
the bonds we feel we've tied ourselves!
C'mon! You know it's Fact!
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