Satellite

Pair, not pare, as if we needed two

to know communication is necessary

to Foxtrot or Tango binary is Zebra.

We ask only to mishear the confusing

theories or holes in our black clad alibis

for why we were here, inevitable and

loving no matter what sound it makes,

it needs a forest to muffle and cover us

under the pitch-not Vanta Black-not-yet-we shall see

and still sense something deeper is out there...

            Let me ask. No.

            Since you seem knowledgeable-

            Do you think we look cool, all lit up or have we

            lost track

            of trends? Colors can be tricky.

            It could be a culture thing, a sign of life, in slushy seas

            that contain multitudes of whale hymns and plankton

            choruses from eons ago, it goes, it goes,

            (never mind, I don't know the words)

We have a half a million tiny satellites hovering around us,

moons, rocks, bacterium, the hum-dingers

tinier than ten cent meters, that do five hundred dollar dashes---

in a rocket sneeze planned projectory that resembles

the ideal arc to release a stream of (consciousness) these; could be

Defined as:

1. ) a natural body

2.) a device

3.) a branch office or alternate location

4.) a subservient follower of another (led/lead)

5.) a country under domain

Of Another Aliens or

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Artwork by Henri Théophile Hildibrand in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons, 'Around the Moon' (1872).