The Aliens in my head are my own voices of right, wrong, and insanity trying to figure me, and possibly you out.
Hmm. I don't know about you, but this poem strikes me as a paean to freedom--freedom from want, fredom from loss, freedom from need.Despite the soul aching, I hope you're doing well, old friend.
I'm thinking of an ancient sailor guided home via the eternal fixtures in the sky ... :)
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