PERFECT SENSE
they returned
from the stars
less than
gloriously poetic
but who
we were we
to tell
expecting free gifts
not extenpore pastorsls
and sonnets
our highest virtue
being utility itself
their
ultra violet skin tones
and much
mutated fusion of
every dialect of English
made everything they said
every utterance
they made
much like their poetry
and what
they revealed of
their world
something doomed in our ears
to fall desperately short
of true
perfect sense
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