What on Earth is happening?
is it a sunrise,
or a sunset?
try to find beauty in this astronomical disaster,
the eclipse ended,
it feels like Sunset,
or not...
it feels like Roswell,

what am I doing?
just trying to stay highly protected from this detrimental radiance,
seven killer shots before I performed my first ever rain dance,
and what are you doing?
absolutely nothing,
because you ceased to exist as a result of my unending prayers,
you’re unknown to me,
like an alien,

you’re the unidentified walking object to my inside dependable radar,
diamond doesn’t shatter apparently,
mine did,
and it’s working,
it feels otherworldly like I am on a different planet in space,
three stars,
no rain,
starlit wasteland named after my savior,
and a poem titled ‘Feels like Roswell’,
this took a bizarre turn,
on the spacial turnpike,
difficulty spike,
caramel flavored life,
distorted lullaby,
Elizabeth’s stare,
rocky land,

distortion in time and vision at once,
my world is upside down,
my sad baby found me,
how?
****, I’ll ask the stars;
meditation leads to war with the shiny archipelago,

the neon pink flamingo,
void I don’t avoid,
New Mexico,
Roswell is real and breathing,

triple sunset,
what on Earth is happening?