They have no spare oxygen
but for the
owl overlords.
“Don’t be surprised, or overwhelmed,
when your magic is proven effective.
Real – transitory.
The black fever of a dying aviation.”
The hydrogen they store in
massive
fits of fancy,
cold metallic
revetments, the magnetic bubbles replete with
sound
and matter animate.
Who faced the streaming trees
resplendent
in carbon dioxide suits
moving with a purpose
not seen since the dinosaur cull?
Gaze out from the elation
of swinging doors –
locks of the pervasive
dank memes
that speak the story of deletion
to your minds.
To learn to swim within the illumination,
occluded valve of non-believers
now unobstructed.
Now flow
of visitors from Earth.
This timeline
vantage
is open for understanding.