In the dense streets
walk the bipeds
speaking in tongues
no one, not one
hears,
except the wind.
In a matter of moments,
the verge of alien
craft inhibits
the lines drawn
with the eyes
wide open to view
a path of used space,
that was empty a moment ago.
Abducting the world in fragments,
no wonder the ways
of man are
un-familiar.
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