which accounts for some reported sightings.
So we see them here as if they were alive:
on infrared or radar in the humming air they thrive.
Anomalies! Anomalies are beautiful, I feel.
For just this sentiment see Devereux, Vallée, & Keel.
Ghost soldiers clomp stampeding stamp down shuttered shaking streets.
Some are called elves, some are called sprites. They light this strange old sky
of nights. And they bestir me with the holy question “WHY?!”
