AN ALIEN — DOUBLE CROSSING

A play within a play; the Aliens and the Morons; were he with us Art would have approved of an aliens and morons subplot to that larger story, that is, MAYDAYS. And both — are nonfictional.

For all creatures great and small everywhere in the universes, witness in my topical verse, true, tall tales. Stories purposefully intended to be nonfictional — are only, seemingly — fictional.

And if a space rock rocks us anytime soon it may signal that it’s too late. Alternatively, if ye are just to itching to fight, just follow me. Just consider that day, your — Independence Day.

Indeed, if a space rock rocks us off our feet or throws us from our beds, it’ll be a wake up call like no other. And it’ll be worse still if the aliens make of it, a long planned — Enslavement Day.

“That’s way over the top,” some may say about my suspicions of the individuals alleging that they’re the representatives of alien civilizations. But what’s way over the top, is believing them.

Over the top, truly, is believing them. A morality play of aliens and morons, itself, a tiny subplot, in the big picture is become, for all creatures, everywhere in the universe — an abject, lesson.

The lesson to all of us in all of this is to learn to discern from a complementary study of history and science and Scripture what on Earth, is happening and your nature and your purpose. 

A more thoughtful study of history and science and Scripture may well serve to teach what in Hell on Earth is happening and your strange nature and your — not at all, strange, purpose.

Estranged from ourselves, we’re estranged as well, from everyone; from all our sisters and brothers, from wherever, on Earth; and we’ve been especially estranged from, faraway aliens. 

Just as I feared; the aliens, akin to us, are; more akin to us are they to us in malice than we are to our chimps and apes. In terrible danger are we humans at the hands — of the silent, aliens.

Just as I feared; the aliens, akin to us, are; more akin to us are they to us in malice than we are to our great ape mates. Oblivious to danger are we humans at the hands — of the silent, aliens.

The silence of the aliens; it’s been continuous and it continues. It creeps me out even more than Hannibal Lector and the silence of the lambs. Double crossing us — are the aliens.

Double crossing us are the aliens. They don’t seem, overtly, aggressive. But their troubling silence, speaks volumes. Indeed, truly I fear, a monumental double crossing — by the aliens.

Revelations and epiphanies; one may get them just from reading if one is lucky and prescient. But if ye live on Earth a space rock may bring them to us in bunches, courtesy of the aliens.

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