Including You

We needn't worry about aliens.

Nor ought we to resort

to sesquipedalian loquations

on equivocations we can spin

to prop up explanations

for the wisdom of relying on

the reflex to defend against

whom we regard as "those":

ergo by "nature" should oppose.

There's no plot to be exposed.

No malicious means or ends.

Aliens are literally made to be

our friends. We think we know

them not, but that’s a crock of rot.

Equivalently formed of gluons,

quarks and leptons, and the rest

of constitutive quantum stuff,

we and they systemically equate:

enough to state with certainty

that aliens are constitutionally

us. More than theoretically,

I know this to be true.

Think my tale absurdly tall,

but I can say as of today

(I’ve got my ways) I've met

them all. Including you.

You're one, too.

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