she's a spook,
more a spoke
in a psycho spinning wheel
the thrill
out in the night
under her extraterrestrial light
bright beams,
only dreams
in a bee-bop insane mind
to find
out in the night
the haunting of Ally Anne's sight
dry and sun,
fifty-one
in a murky desert place
a face
out in the night
is it a small gray or tall thin white
round the globe,
prod and probe
in a flying saucer craft
metal raft
out in the night
the flying of Ally Anne's kite
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