This is not a poem nor a wish or dream but a vision

I was sitting down staring at the TV while sipping a cup of tea

When the chair facing me distorted and blurred 

Moved and turned, jumping like a damaged VCR

What I saw didn't seem to phase me 

Just another visit from the third kind climbing from the images in my eyes

A creature tall and slim suddenly standing in front of me 

Just staring

Reminding me that all I see has been programmed 

Installed and constructed for me, blueprints in my brain, slowly turning me insane

As quickly as his arrival had been his departure was fast and unseen 

Leaving behind trace residue of his existence within my veins

They have been watching us for thousands of years 

Hiding in plain sight, keeping us from destroying ourselves 

Saving us from our fears

Now I see them, behind stone and steel, floating above the earth.

It is the hallowed moon from where they watch us

Watch us from Death to Birth