Not Even You

Aerodynamically ill-advised

aberration in the skies

(by other better sorts despised),

awkwardness all undisguised,

poignant yearning in his eyes,

somehow flies.

Does life abound?

Has evidence been found?

Are we the only blip of it around?

The former has a hopeful sound.

But do not misconstrue

the “blip” side to be too

statistically unlikely to be true.

Nobody knows. Not even you.

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