Unless actually found they’re obfuscation. And now for the real deal: Space Force Regulation 200-2. A glow of aura and awe and the auspicious in a sighting. When conspiracy is so much closer to home. Would we go if asked, promised no answers but more wondrous mysteries than could be dreamt of defining? Belief in a magic three—UFO or GOD, the extra-terrestrial versus the celestial, always somewhere other and beyond. The mistake is in its flying, as if this is the only alien methodology of arrival. Spruce budworms and thunderstorms debunk the nocturnal seeing into illusion.
Mike Ferguson is an American permanently residing in the UK and published widely in poetry magazines. A retired English teacher, he taught experimental writing to his students for 30 years.