They had seen it fly overhead once.
Never again.
Fireball across the blackened sky.
Almost made them cry.
Brought a tear to the eye.
The way it heralded something new.
A change in point of view.
Where it landed could not yet be seen.
Covered in a bright screen.
Like a burnished sheen.
Where it came from no one could say.
But it was here to stay.
A tangential array.
Sat deep in the hole
Like a vengeful mole.
Fulfilling a role.
Its purpose unclear.
No one went near.
Overcome with fear.
It smoked.
Unprovoked.
Cloaked in a cloying mist.
Could it coexist
and not be dismissed
as some kind of
pantheistic schist?
Only time would tell.
From whence it fell.
Be it heaven or hell.
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