Daniken

Tales of forests and water

of the great

primal soup

we drown in greenness of their eyes

cosmic travelers

of some deeper deep

sleeping on sailless ships

somewhere in what is now

known

as Yucatan

and I wrote of it before

in dream land of vision

where my brain got carried away

on acid -

flashbacks of a stone age world

before science

simple language

one word

one existential muttering

tales of oceans and leaves

green and blue

and unnamed breakings of color

eating watermelons

sighing

there's been a mess before

some sort of an interstellar war

we caused or were part of

when gods roamed this planet

I often wonder does it make any sense

what we find in dream lands

but then I open a Daniken book

inherited from my grandpa

and my vision

is clear