My precious chimney swift
Envy alone
Has named you so mundane
Tethered to the slightest pause
Amid your life upon the wing
Describing you as drab
Cigar shaped
And flying like a bat
While within me
Your beauty burns
And I thank you so for that
For from my human complications
The conditions of my sin
You do so delightfully
Delightfully distract.
Mysterious Object
In the middle of the night
Sleeping in my bed
To see this huge craft in flight
A vision in my head
A huge cigar-shaped object
Moving from east to west
Words cannot describe this subject
I am afraid, this is not a test
From the direction of the Hudson
Or the Jersey shore
This is the second cousin
Of the first in two, I am very sure
Over the Bronx, a hundred feet
A people sleeping late
Have no idea, they are about to meet
A horrible fate
William Morrissey 6/15/02 vision
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