The aliens look down on us from outer space,

The aliens look down on us from outer space,
But they don't understand the plan.
They can't see a pattern

Or something obscures the pattern.
Perhaps, there are too many clouds or there is too much space
Between them and us. The plan

They think, is not a plan,
But a distraction. Shadows or something. A pattern
Of black and white words and space

And nonsense. A pattern in the grand plan of empty space.