the first one arrived all
sun-spill and screaming
like a God. Somewhere
a parchment of pixels
was signed and they don't
talk to us anymore.
What have we loved?
To make ours into
theirs they came in numbers.
I know it's a bit indulgent putting up another visual poem but this photo, when I turned it around, just looked like clouds to me, then spaceships. Stephen Hawkings warnings about aliens... my love of sci fi and the assignments that I have just finished on colonisation... an interesting mix and my response to the ansells of this world.
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