By Wil C. Fry, May 5, 2001, 16:37

Copyright © 2001 by Wil C. Fry. All rights reserved.

Arenít you tired of not seeing
What is real?
Donít you think itís time you
Retrained your eyes
Refocused your thinking
So much is going on that you
Never think about
The ghosts that wander
The Spirit that speaks
And radio waves
In the back of your brain
The germ that infests
Can you possibly broaden your horizon
Beyond your simple and
Passive existence
The UFO cover-ups
Spies, lies, and camera-covered skies
Just wake up
Do you choose not to see?
Or maybe you canít?

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