First~Contact (Yellow~Lung Prophecy)

Dropped paranoia Paraphernalia 
Which broke my Yellow~Lung, as 
Time~Trumpets announced 2 sons 
My Moon~Beam Bum's been üNdØИ∃ 
Becomin' Last of the Real Ones 
Like Prodigal~§un, star fallen 
Asleep, resting 7 days of this 
& every week, all year feelin' 
Infinite, turn Eternities 'til 
Being blown И them Golden~Wind 
Currents currently twistin' my 
Men И §onic~Vibrations Whö are 
Puttin' the §pin И §imulations 
4~making 1~И~2 §weet~Feeling & 
Experiencin' A11 Eternities as 
Momentary Divinities Whö heard 
My Bluebirds singing invisible 
String 2 sling, sending seamen 
Sailing И atmospheric seas, so 
Surfing И sound waves, §pheres 
New flight anatomy, Flow~Wings 
Given when forgiven by my Time 
Being ~ mine Bizarre blessings 
Overlapping like a Zen~Diagram 
Bargain bin sign~on bonus born 
When Weird~Fate's fountain pen 
Is put to paper, so 2 sign ÖИ∃ 
§trange contract like an Alien 
Earth~Awakening: First~Contact