I angle awake on a hairline fracture of anxiety,

    bright slit of moon in the blueblack sky and a hum

        like muted static breaking through.

Might it be

   

the universe ceaselessly informing itself

        beyond our vibrational bands,

            encoded data waves

                slanting peripherally by,

some foreboding

    or two entities, alien to us,

        in first communion?

So much goes on without our knowing,

    perhaps a new world without us

        in the making,

no choice but to raise my antenna and bring in what I can.

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