What stands between the boundaries of reality and fiction?
A simplified line holding place in time
Against a gale of curiosity pushed beyond capacity
A prying eye seeing beyond sight
They reach and grasp, through the rips and tears,
Little do we realize their world is made of nightmares
To hold close and dear a mystery is found,
Amid foliage and lands virgin to human eyes
Crashed from the heavens, dove through the skies
A monument of predecessor might, sound and eyes
Bears forth new burdens of man, he is not alone
For his evolution from both stick and stone
Is to be accredited to a nameless race
born from above the skies
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