Monuments of Mars

I’m looking through the Monuments of Mars for answers.
If their pyramids are right in line with ours, I’m in.
Earth to someone else.
I’m looking to Orion’s Mystery for reason.
Funny to you, the matter is to me what’s real.
You’d think, with all we’ve read, we’d be onto something.
If they come to me in the middle of the night,
I don’t believe I’d bother with a fight.
She got her way with me — you’ve got that right.
Hovering Earth in the middle of a field,
covered in dirt, she’s doing as she feels.
She got her way with me — it’s no big deal.