Monolith

When faced with a Monolith

this obsidian, third-dimensional

Plane of featurelessness from beyond Jupiter,

How does one respond?

Is there an etiquette to meeting mystery?

Should I say that I come in peace,

Shave, shower and put on my best suit

For such an occasion?

Should I beg for my life?

Should I bend a knee in some faux grandiosity?

Or should I jump in and be scattered across the solar system,

Transmuted into a melanated galaxy child?

 

 

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