” We live in a darkness of our own making, blind to a habitant world all but unseen by us. A world of beings 
traveling through time and space, imaginable to us only as flights of fancy. Who are these beings we dare 
to imagine but fear to accept? What dark work goes on inside their impossible machines,
cloaked from us by invisible forces? if they know our secrets, why can’t we know theirs?”- Scully, The X-Files Season 8, Episode 2 ” Without”

What I dread most
is being cursed
to forever look unto the stars
searching for traffic, for life
where the Military Industrial PR
say there is only swamp gas
and satellites

what will I do when I find you though?
you who bend space time to your whim
you who look nothing like us
you find us as strange as we find you
you who pop in and out uninvited unanounced
seldom seen rarely heard
I think we ought to go looking for you
ask you over for tea
if only to drain the swamp leave the smoke and mirrors
for the sake of humanity
call our home wont you? every now and then
fly by and let us know we still matter
to something other than ourselves