Sentient Beings

I hear the breathing during my torpor, rapacious immateriality rustling, like some raptorial raptor, like some alternative whispering. Am I sensing sentience in otherworldly form or projecting my own panic? Have I contacted unearthly norm or am I becoming chronically manic? Count me among humans incapable of messaging with any other species. Nature’s diversity makes this fact inescapable. Earth’s living order is full of mysteries. In what fog could I detect extraterrestrials? Might I be oblivious to their presence or might they enlist my manic essentials? Indeed, such beings may signal their sentience.