Literature
They Came, They Saw, We Conquered
The day the aliens arrived, My band, The Elysian Stimulus, Was performing live, Promoting our second album, The Prophecy of Alpha Centauri. A vast UFO appeared During Uniting Twin Flames, Just like that. It seemed to stretch the night sky, Then snap backwards, like a band, Before it sparkled all to life In silver pinpricks. It became clear, then, who it was That stimulated true visions Of divinity. The UFO appeared, as With my fist high in the air, I belted, "Within the dusky view Of velvet cosmos, Conjuring cursed wanderlust, I Build my ship. Out by a crimson river, Such isles of exotic love, Radiating ivory ashes— Our inked destiny. It's the prophecy of. . . Alpha Centauri!" There was to be a breakdown, But There was no breakdown. The aliens came. The monitors and video screens exploded. I guess that sort of was the breakdown. Everything worked out In the end, however, for the aliens Apparently Just desired to rock. They fixed our equipment, With an apology, And made of their
