R/ckets and S/ntries

as reference point, alien status made light plumb the stupid. from our view (poesy in disguise) we saw a sentence full of laid out mirth. we saw the program for future abeyance, or something equally slack. how kind is the lighting of these super nuclear ships of state, that lubricate the skies for better sailing? if only we could bend with the selfsame light: lyric entity muffled but acute.