09-25-2023, 11:45 AM
Alien
We don't know what we're looking for.
Their lives could last for only seconds,
The We/Their changeup works.
their outlines follow any form.
We miss complexions unexpected.
Some worlds could last for only seconds,
unrecognized in darkened spaces.
We miss complexions unexpected,
yet softer focus shows us hidden faces,
Throughout this, the lines and rhymes are flat. They are monotonous, but in a such a way that is jarring rather than bad.
unrecognized in lighter spaces.
The outline of a face may be illusion—
mammalian brains configure hidden faces,
a primal gift from evolution.
The features in a face can be illusion—
their eyes could follow any form.
Depending on their evolution,
we don't know what they're looking for.
This has a rhythm that feels monotonous, and matches the theme, whatever it is, of the poem.
Like a normal somebody talking normal and clear and everything, but there's something too jarringly something.
We don't know what we're looking for.
Their lives could last for only seconds,
The We/Their changeup works.
their outlines follow any form.
We miss complexions unexpected.
Some worlds could last for only seconds,
unrecognized in darkened spaces.
We miss complexions unexpected,
yet softer focus shows us hidden faces,
Throughout this, the lines and rhymes are flat. They are monotonous, but in a such a way that is jarring rather than bad.
unrecognized in lighter spaces.
The outline of a face may be illusion—
mammalian brains configure hidden faces,
a primal gift from evolution.
The features in a face can be illusion—
their eyes could follow any form.
Depending on their evolution,
we don't know what they're looking for.
This has a rhythm that feels monotonous, and matches the theme, whatever it is, of the poem.
Like a normal somebody talking normal and clear and everything, but there's something too jarringly something.