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- I could imagine reacting to life on other worlds the way a Tribal sponge cleaner would react to a washing machine As he reluctantly prods it with one of his burnt-out torches He’d made for his wife for their anniversary All the scientists gather around the looking glass, scribbling gargantuan words And pushing up their glasses, speculating whether or not The language they spoke had been the correct one at all I could visualize them as they stepped out of their spaceship Wandering around a grassy patch, careful to keep a safe distance A wisp of clouds inch overhead, To us a common thing, to them a phenomena they’d been told Around a fireplace made of stars, stories counted and recounted About the clouds and the strange way they danced on the opposite side of the galaxy Stacking papers on their desks, the scientists retire home and Dream of how they’d tell the public about what they had found As Times Square flickers to a still of the alien’s face The people below suddenly feel much less significant -
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Sep 28, 2011
Sep 28, 2011 at 10:55 PM UTC
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- I could imagine reacting to life on other worlds the way a Tribal sponge cleaner would react to a washing machine As he reluctantly prods it with one of his burnt-out torches He’d made for his wife for their anniversary All the scientists gather around the looking glass, scribbling gargantuan words And pushing up their glasses, speculating whether or not The language they spoke had been the correct one at all I could visualize them as they stepped out of their spaceship Wandering around a grassy patch, careful to keep a safe distance A wisp of clouds inch overhead, To us a common thing, to them a phenomena they’d been told Around a fireplace made of stars, stories counted and recounted About the clouds and the strange way they danced on the opposite side of the galaxy Stacking papers on their desks, the scientists retire home and Dream of how they’d tell the public about what they had found As Times Square flickers to a still of the alien’s face The people below suddenly feel much less significant -
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Sep 28, 2011
Sep 28, 2011 at 10:55 PM UTC
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