WRATHAGE: Dark matter


Dark Matter


With me I hold

black space

like mad pride

compelling

and intoxicating


A source

in a void

that has to be

rather than not


And enforcing all

rather than nothing


The core seed

around which

I am gathered


From which I have derived

what soul and essentials —

Dark matter


The little I have

rendered obscure


A thickness I have found,

the vacuum

in everything


And sensed a presence

constant and compelling:

Black thriving space.


Timeless foam in a temporal ocean,

what might be in what is.


Dimensions of optional being,

render me less confused,

merging into one.


Absence equals everything,

that God

in unbeing.


Darkness, matter

my heart is built that way

darkness trying to hold the light

and speed

tog-ether against entropy

Tog


the name of ether

all woven out of one

I have become

but unaware of the whole

of the self


and but sensing the Darkness,

Matter