U.F.O – Written Tuesday 15th March 1994 (Aged 19)

U.F.O.

Once upon a time—
things fell
through space
and time.
U.F.O.s
from another dimension—
they came
to find
you and me.
Teachers
and preachers
came to study
some alternate
reality.
Once upon a time—
upon lips
bathed in fragrant wine,
Caesar
got stabbed
in the back.
Beings
from another dimension
are back,
to manipulate
and attack,
to breed
confusion.
Once upon a time—
they are
the living illusion,
because U.F.O.s
come to your dreams.
They take you
far away,
but keep you
close—
to submit you
and do
strange things,
living
on an overdose.
Once upon a time—
the door
was closed,
but now
we have to find
that special thing,
that dimensional
opening.
Because U.F.O.s
are more—
much more
than a dream,
and much more
than a simple
door.

James Garratt – Tuesday 15th March 1994
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