I had a dream
about
Contact 16.

We were above
the green planet
and the two moons
watched with us
as
the black flower of death
spread
over
Uris
like
agitated silt
in a slow
murky cloud.

We reached earth
and there
were a thousand yous.

A thousand people
that looked just like you
and
the thousand yous
destroyed me.

A thousand
of them
so close to me,
and those thousand people
didn't notice
that I was devouring them
slowly
taking
vital peices of them
and incorporating
them
into me.

Becoming
an amorphousness.

I have devoured sixteen already.