R/ckets and S/ntries

aliens in forceful persuasion, telling of landmark idylls in future days. well, such clearance in our own hegemony, could go QUIET ANY TIME. sleep, a pasture, a trail: that's what aliens distill from just seeing us, our desert, the warmth of our angels. then driven to sake, to the end of the earth for fueling. and such a patch of heralding concludes the chapter. well, we want to tell the aliens something, in reply...