...appeared in the sky...
What began as a hum turned into a buzzing,
a vibrating frequency tuned to our plumbing.
All were paralyzed in a dream-like state,
too busy flying to ponder their fate.
There were columns and flashes of polar white
beating a rhythm through visible light.
The innocents of the forest transfixed their gaze
upon the illuminated meadow where they once grazed,
finally seeing but with eyes of teflon
the misunderstood and overlooked chevrons
who danced in the sky so lepisma saccharina
leaving as quickly our universal marina
and those among us who were told to look up
saw implications only, but only with luck
It's merely an act of chaotic-good kindness
The mesmer from chevrons is followed by blindness