Advanced Beings We

Ruth...for these appendages, it's centuries survive me, this

here in now...mummified.

From head to toe, pulling foot in front foot funnier all of the the time.

A cartoonish yaw supposes balance, curates art's gravity.

Based loosely, tightly on everything--this ground I'm to be found

on, this body I'm to be found in, is tinged.

I send you footage, grainy touchstones to dispose of...they

quantify, there's no place to put them.

Millenary eyes are not to be trusted, every time they're visited

a quantum leap transpires.

Advanced beings we...mingling, letting s**t fly barely above ground--

but we're from up...there,  out there.

Konstantinos Mark

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"Advanced beings we...mingling, letting s**t fly barely above ground--
but we're from up...there, out there."

. and yet we forget ... and keep looking for the source ...