Day Nine: "And When the Sky Was Opened"


Day Nine: And When the Sky Was Opened

we saw behind
in the rifts
Mojave
unidentified
heavenward face
X-20
radio signal
now synchronize

Gart said the protocol

control interface
success
to see my parents
unto the end
scales from our eyes

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