When

poem by: E.J. Waling
Written on Dec 30, 2022 

When they
arrive.
What
will we
see?
How
will they
be?
Like us?
Think
the same?
Same beliefs?
Unlikely.
Truly
alien in
all ways
possible.
No common
ground,
understanding.
Nowhere
to stand.
No peace
pipe to
smoke.
Perhaps
A.I. to
A.I. will
be the
way to
strike
the right
cord.
Find
common
ground.
Working
mathematically
to weave
understanding.
Foster
connections.
Buffering
aliens
one from
the next.
Mathematical
conduits
crisscrossing
voids.
Universal
unions
created
as such.
Speaking
in code
that all
understand.

 

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