E.T. Outpost

I found this other-worldly formation deep in the wooded lots of the Eastern Shore. Outside of Girdletree, MD. to be more precisely to the punch. It popped up to the surface to tell me something, to whisper something ancient in my ear. Something about times by gone like how the pyramids were built or how clocks keep a tik tok. Something about the future as well. In my third eye, I saw the sign. Like the broken trunk and limbs were dumped from outer space. From planet Love Tron. R.I.P. Darryl Dawkins.