In phosphorescence alien to the
black

With subtle silver ripples in the
cold

And left the world with questions
in its wake.

The sapphire spirals spun and
shimmered hanging

Twelve minutes in the place where
they had opened

Out from a pale blue sphere,
large as the moon,

Before dissolving like a closing
portal.

Perhaps it was the blue star Hopi
say

Will herald catastrophic change
for man,

Or scientists were strumming on
the HAARP’s

High frequencies to make the
night air dance.

Such mysteries of the universe
are written

In flowing fractals that man’s
clumsy fingers

Still can not trace, much less
may we

Pronounce a language we have yet
to hear.

© Santiago del Dardano Turann, 2009

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