Diversity University #2 (Pt. II, #2)

“I. C. Lovers Everywhere [at 98.6°]!"

In an alien’s infinite eyes, two worlds collide
Collision course calculated appropriately and accurately
Lyrically challenging mathematics, medicine, economics as practiced
Operating openly- under the influence of gravity-
Veracious (or not, as necessary), gracious- space is
Everywhere; outside of time, space is spacious.
Reality check- an undefined species is demanding time-
Surely, succinctly- to cease and desist. purposefully,
Eloquently ordering it six feet under by employing redundantly
(Very) perfect timing- totally tired, tormented by ‘man-made
Emergencies;’ they say: 9-1-1. ‘they’ ‘adopted’ an adolescent’s
Realistic dreams of diversity- an end to begin on; it must have seemed certain
You, i, us- the U.S. was doomed. the requisite rescue has been undertaken
Wearily- through wantless waiting and watching- bringing ‘It’ down to U.S.
How does one survive without ‘time,’ ‘money’ and ‘medication’ weighing in? more
Easily, elastically, elegantly- every day tensing and releasing as
Required. put at ease in being- home wherever, whenever- “whatever”
Everywhere’s at home at rest- respectful, insightful, patient-
i, myself and me have nothing at all- and everything I need...



"E.T., Wishing U.S.A. Home (Diversity University #2)"

What is there to say when there are no words left
When all the thoughts you can muster are written in red
When the only thing left to wish or want for is rest
Is it maybe or certainly time you should go to bed?
If you go to sleep tonight will you wake up 'too early'?
In my experience there always lies ahead a new day
Someday, maybe tomorrow- eventually, i know, surely
Sooner or later you will wake up- sober- music to play
Something i sense makes me believe we'll all see
Happiness, home- finally losing ourselves in each other
Holding on tight to this moment- not counting 'time,' 'money’
Hearkening back to an old, brand new world, brother
I know for a fact- inexplicable maybe- of One UNIverse
In which we're not alone- 'something else' more clearly viewing
It's the stars- at least being'(s) among them- 'perverse'?
Noting, nodding, needling voyeurs- nettling slightly, cuing
Needing us, too, to fall in line- orbiting like us, only out of sight
No one here capable of comprehending- what who where how why
Generating a different velocity for us- distant star's light
Generally disinterested when we wage wars- fight and die
Gravity surrounds and grounds all of us on this planet
Using technologies beyond us- mind-reading, cloning, reflection
Ultimately lying, maybe- deceptively helping us through this
Under the influence of love- lovingly providing deflection
Subtle, sometimes quite uncomfortable, unpleasant- a present
Sent to u.s. and the world- other-worldly-wise to our wily ways
Sorting out subjects of life- humans- lost in a suicidal descent
Altering perception- purposeful, poised, posed- using Earth as a stage
Amicable- alone without us- as they watch from far, far above
At a safe distance for fear we spread our 'disease' of intra-strife
Hoping, still- hearing and seeing all- mostly disordered doubting Love
'Heaven,' 'God'- whatever you call E.T.- 'he’ wants us to continue in life
’He’ hitched a ride across a galaxy- hoping we won't choose stuck
Only if we allow our planet's survival will 'they' ever make contact
Opening doors of interstellar technology- my words aren't blind luck
Only if we choose survival- individually and collectively- we must acT
My writings are born of language- tweaked lovingly by the 'Aliens'
Mixing up words- yours- turning volumes up or down- depending
Moments? years? no there's only one way, to try- proving, feeling cooperation
Every ounce of assistance to assure our survival they're lending
Eerie, scary, terrifying, even (to some)- but never intending Harm
Every single soulful message 'they'RE sending simply says Disarm