Some things feel inexplicable,
the way we are scared in the night,
when you stand watching the still silence.
No one around for miles.
So why do the hairs on your neck suddenly spring up?
The way a shadow
can suddenly appear,
from seemingly nowhere,
take a few tentative steps
than vaporise into the air.
The way we are scared
of the uncanny valley
If it looks human, then why is it so scary?
Is it the beings that walk in skin like suits.
They walk amongst us,
but look a bit suss,
like they put their costume on in a rush
but got it a bit twisted,
so now all their teeth are showing.
If you count them,
there have too many
and a second set already growing.
Why do we fear aliens?
Is it because we know
that if they are anything like us,
then there is no hope for the earth below.
Are they warlike, cruel, full of hatred.
Does the thought of hurting people
make them drool?
Are they leaders or prison wardens?
Do they see difference as a weakness,
Individuality as a flaw,
only wanting some worker ants,
or some bees to make the honey pour.
What about the dark, I hear you cry.
You wouldn't catch me outside
when the light is low
and the moon is in the sky.
Could be murdered in a park if I walk near by,
or have an encounter of the ghostly kind.
Yeah, I think sarcastically,
murderers sit in parks all night,
just waiting for their prey to bite,
and ghosts only walk these streets
when the moon is awake and the sun lays asleep
We know so little about this world,
we see through lenses with such low frequency.
We barely hear each other speak,
So how do we expect to hear those
that shift through below our audible peaks?
We could be sat beside a multitude of people.
all thinking the same as you
Only in a different universe,
they think of you and me as the ghosts they see.
Thanks for reading
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