The first alien visits Earth
Speaks telepathically to every mind:
My message is
I have no message
Both of us are an illusion
My second message – disregard previous messages
My last message: there is No Time
When you know what this means
We will meet again
And vanishes
His disappearance summons war
Whose errors bade him leave?
Soon came a time when time stood still
So many died none had funerals
The Institute spent hard centuries
Studying the alien’s artifacts
Learning nothing, it closed
That morning he returned, his image crackling:
Now you understand
Give no importance
To things unimportant
Left a bright circle of spinning light
Many approached
A hand then a head vanished
Scientists suspected a portal
Then a crumpled geezer arrived
An ancient manuscript clasped in his hands:
A film screenplay of dated copyright
Written decades before the alien’s arrival
Describing in perfect detail
All he would say and do
Knowing that play’s ultimate power
We now rewrite the ending
Humans clean the planet, cool the oceans
Visit the stars
Would you like to contribute?
I’ll send you our new address