Stop the search.
Silence the satellites.
The little green men
Your fear determined
Wander not in distance.
We are the aliens
From planetry parables,
Violent harvestors
Of the solar garden
Delicate skeletons
Of the star field.
The question begins
And ends here.
We are the aliens.
Your language is a joy as it dresses your interesting ideas, your varied poetical devices effective. Check 'the little green men........wander' no 's'.
nice, kealan.. could be a song there if you had carried it but i really enjoyed this...
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Rachel Bond
Sat 5th Jun 2010 00:55
like 'violent harvesters of the solar garden'
we are aliens from our own mother land, parasites of gaia.
im always amazed that such wisdom can pour from your scruffy head :)