The Hiding Spot

By Dan Hoeweler

Rationality eludes me.
My mind is free
to turn my imagination
into a reality.

I hear aliens
from electronics in my brain
they are trying to steal
a mind that was sane

And so I hide,
From their peering eyes,
As they sit in a spaceship,
High in the sky.

Their technology knows,
That I am here,
as I quiver and groan,
In fright and fear.

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