The Embassy Beneath.

Science Fiction Fantasy injects a new computer chip per say

Press and hold the viewing screen takes the shape, Go log in

To the thing on notice takes shape a underground moment

Take a real working image like a screen 📺 projection on to

The computer screen play or floor plate appearing then or

Leaving being a computer chip like to other than invisibility 

Peeking back in history “ Hollywoods ringer, through a small 

Window and now the roads end silently due to the dust on

Mars, where NASA is doing its USA research. Of course they

are in a limited mode in outer space 🪐 to our study and the

exploration of  space and planet but greatly improving home

and space. My stamp of approval “ Sci Fi fantasy, cake on the

The Embassy Pro Temp plate, “UFO,S Real” fact or fiction.

Sent a terse signal thru the deep mystery in its soil that was

Veiled in red clay but not from sight baring witnesses of the

Moments long ago believe this being true the house in the

Moonlight the wolf on the hill shadow of the past appear and

Go from the winds carriage dense rocky rusted surface broken

No church no sail or rail or view unfinished researched stand

Come the mountain high the down side what are those dark

Streaks now making way down down darken coals turning

Turning make way for the mathematical quickie taking change

What really happens when dawn becomes rust and night barrels

Down becomes way or appearing reach out.

A space ship to another world 

How to if possible but in doing so the reconstruction of life

Would have to begin give the Devil his due but do not linger

With life in the balance. Imagine the telescope, reality now is

Circling about in our solar system seeing magnificent worlds

In the ⭐️ and Heavens brightly lit lights seen and more our

Thoughts and gaze think along with the skill of science fiction

A long voyage brought to a close may end in green smoke

Now if all that is left, AI can rebuild the corpse in decline 

Or the green atoms flying around catch one, two, rebuilding

Life in a Holy like secular tube not me or you though who

That is the craftsman and saddle being lifted fitted red atop

Tubes spy glass or short red blood cells or Nero’s end rang 

In a new life and end beseeching none that came by Sandel  

Or spear cane and following in rags.

I bought my ticket to the space ball

Came by a 🛸 ufo holding on a string

Followed by the Indian call holding mum

Dancing round fall tribal’s sun and run