Visitors
It arrived
a pin prick of light.
Slowly unfolding.
We held our breath as it grew.
It became unbearable.
This specter beyond comprehension.
Hanging over our heads.
So we projected on to it.
Our hope, fear, desire, and dread.
It exposed our shadows.
As it became. Until it was shaped all around us.
All at once our cacophony stopped
and it began to sing.
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