...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

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