Alienation...
Aliens have pervaded my being again..
Dreams. Deep in the night dreams. There was a glow low in the sky. Stadium floodlight bright lights. Dark trees even darker against the bright lights. Sky white and fading to black. I was standing in the broken out window of tall building. The night breeze chilled and exhilerated. The glow grew closer. Brighter. A laughably small frisbee flying saucer emerged at its center. I backed away as it drifted to the broken out window. Then, the curious drifted out of the shadows drawn by the light and the enticing wind. I drifted back to the shadows. The frisbee unfurled into a hovering pillowy platform. The curious shadows jumped out of the broken out window onto the floating pillow. No change was visible. Nothing to see. Just curious shadows jumping off then climbing back in to the broken window. But, something was changed. Movements that were playful shadow children turned dark, darting alien. Watch your back. Things aren't the same now. But, the pillowy platform is still flowing gracefully across the night. Calling. Inviting. Changing.
Driving home from the airport tonight, I squinted at the street lights. I remembered a sick hallucination I had as a child. Feverish. I would squint at the sodium lights. The rays would stretch out to grab me as I closed my eyes.
Dreams. Deep in the night dreams. There was a glow low in the sky. Stadium floodlight bright lights. Dark trees even darker against the bright lights. Sky white and fading to black. I was standing in the broken out window of tall building. The night breeze chilled and exhilerated. The glow grew closer. Brighter. A laughably small frisbee flying saucer emerged at its center. I backed away as it drifted to the broken out window. Then, the curious drifted out of the shadows drawn by the light and the enticing wind. I drifted back to the shadows. The frisbee unfurled into a hovering pillowy platform. The curious shadows jumped out of the broken out window onto the floating pillow. No change was visible. Nothing to see. Just curious shadows jumping off then climbing back in to the broken window. But, something was changed. Movements that were playful shadow children turned dark, darting alien. Watch your back. Things aren't the same now. But, the pillowy platform is still flowing gracefully across the night. Calling. Inviting. Changing.
Driving home from the airport tonight, I squinted at the street lights. I remembered a sick hallucination I had as a child. Feverish. I would squint at the sodium lights. The rays would stretch out to grab me as I closed my eyes.