<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=543906" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A UFO of Night or Mind?</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">He focused on the waters. Above, an <br>Overhanging vista: layers of hues<br>Were blending in complexity, <br>Tuning in the sky's allure – the blues</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Had darkened overhead, revealing <br>What he really sought - the minor streak<br>Could not have been a meteor.<br>An easy thrum had underlined a sleek</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And ever-growing yellow core, <br>Pursued by dancing tails of teasing fire; <br>His hopeful eyes adapting, peering, <br>Smoothing out the contrast. A glorious choir</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Trilled inside the power plant, <br>Harmonising in the pitch of black.<br>The trail of dazzling effluence had<br>Harkened him to bend, arch his back; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Give his disbelieving eyes a<br>Sense of concept, thus assimilate<br>The aviating UFO.<br>For many barren years he had to wait</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For such a prize: a form unknown –<br>Unique to Man – for him to see it land <br>Atop the shore. The underside<br>Received a gentle nudge from running sand, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Frantic in the wavelets. He launched, <br>Lurching, surging down in salutation, <br>Bidding all an earthly welcome …<br>Overcome by his hallucination. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>night night night night night night night night night night<br>night night night night night night night night<br>night night night night night night night night<br>night night night night night night<br>night night night night night night<br>night night night night night night<br>night night night night night night</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mark+R+Slaughter">Mark R Slaughter</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=543906" data-title="A UFO of Night or Mind? de Mark R Slaughter" data-description="He focused on the waters. Above, an Overhanging vista: layers of hues Were blending in complexity, Tuning in the sky's allure – the blues Had darkened overhead, revealing What he really sought - the minor streak Could not have been a meteor...."></div> </div> </div>

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