Even as my pupils contract the universe dilates,
altered states become the new rules.
Life out there?
do we care?
we talk of and they may talk about
lights in the sky or
little grey men
I’ve seen them here at night
I’d digress, but it only suppresses the
leaving me open to alien advances.
getting hard of hearing
sounds are disappearing,
did you ever wonder where
© 2019, John Smallshaw.