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Visitor Sonnet
Above the clouds what is seen
Can't exist
And many have seen the lights
Under stars
Around the world strange forms
Appear, taking their specimans while
We humans deny
Fear things creep around farmland,
And symbols left
Incomprehensible yet to man
The bastions of popular culture seize
These days
Distract us with alien's ways
The unidentified party tonight
Atop rough hills, desert, and never leave
But a calling card that
Rests securely locked from curious
Brave questioners
Who'll never prove anything here amiss
Liking much to dangerously our bliss
