Nightly argument. Of course, I’m stargazing.
Finding intelligent life is a waste of time,
yet time itself is debatable. 
                           Am I standing 
in this present moment, or a figment of the past?
                                      It’s an absolute, 
I’m a species of the future.

Time is fleeting, the expanse of space extreme,
and theoretically speaking humans may exist
in a binary bit string. Characters created 
                                   out of nothing, 
who sing in code shaking up everything.
                                          Easy to disbelieve
a blurry download, but what if hope springs?

When it jumps from machines, an eye-popping dish, 
in Guizhou Province, southwest of Beijing.
No doubt that aperture will gather creation’s chatter.
                                     Interstellar frequencies 
ringing in loud and clear, but will the conversation
                                         be friendly
or a radio signal nightmare? Yin Yang, universal duality

since truth and conspiracy may bed together,
be cohorts to confuse a curious species. Is life
out there? A cosmic playground untapped,
                                 fertile lands 
and questions answered that have troubled mankind?
                                       No turning back.
The need to know is unstoppable, which gives pause.

Each night, of course, I’m stargazing. 
I see through fear, drift into the miraculous atmosphere.
It’s cold, but the exotic space beckons, screams.
                                      Not forgotten ...
One day, when he least expects it,
                                      they will return.
Little does he know; I do not belong here.