Wednesday, April 27, 2016

DARK MATTER

There—
in those dis-
orienting 

little hot 
sun-
white energy blips 

between the quick 
downward 

swishes of eye 
lids

and the equally reflexive 
dissolution 
and 

unconscious 
denial of that

glimpse of 
absolute black—

invisibly 
pushing back 
against 

each 
stubbornly fixed 
last

probable cause
and its 

correspondingly 
capricious
proximate effect—

stuck,
like thick 
eye 

gunk, between 
the end 
of each list-

less and fresh
beautiful daydream

and the subsequent slow 
and hate-
fully mute 

recompilation 
of stale 
mental to-do lists;

there—smug 
in their insidiously 

legal 
universal perpetuity,

fat with the
pride over
their illimitable 

dominion, 
and brazenly 
filling—

to the point 
of ultimate-
ly defining—

the allowable volume
of each
of these

possible places—
there

and forever!
shall sit—
the incredulous

and the 
very last 

as-yet 
unexplained

mysteries left
in all 
modern physics:

the irreducible 
constant,

the little 
trouble we 

laypeople call—our 
expectations.

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