Levinas residue

TV screen, woman in scrubs, down in a basement, talking to the residue of aliens, makes one smile,

Yet according to her, they rise above the TV, in spaceship, transcend the incredulous, suspended on screen,

Which transcendence reenters earth’s atmosphere, miraculous, TV aliens, eh? once a wink, now makes people think,

From whence descends transcendence of all this? But the Oran Mor, fantastic,

Cloud from which a bird flowed, m-winged into cloud again, sleek as spirit into air,

Come down aliens, and reconfigure belief, create my life, draw again from the Oran Mor my hope, always present,

Come g, like some fantasy, my making love to you will reconfigure science fiction and blow my legs apart like some death ray, a phenomenon in progress