tales of ancient astronauts
swarm around and through
my subconsciousness,
leaving me mentally exhausted
and completely unable to
face the realities of life...
or eventual death,
for fear of becoming one of them;
and so, I sleep not
and watch the sky
for the those tell tale signs
about which I read,
warning others,
hopefully...
of what I am able to find;
and to my death
I propose to sit,
investigating above
as they watch us
watching them
until it is over.
9Jul14
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