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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