Buenas Noches

Oh goddess open those legs to a glowing object
In the mountains northwest of Buenas Noches
A spectral encounter with a topographical figure
Appearing in midair

Is this just transmedium travel
Non-human technology
Some kind of distress signal
Are we going to die
With no answers
We need to admit that there
Are things we can’t identify
But do they have to linger

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