Dark matter

Sun over water,
fighting demons in my sleep
you hold out both hands like a vessel
trying to pour light through my window
and I try to hear the birdsong,
find flight of swallow
imagine a rose red sunset on my pillow:
but there is no truth over coffee

I trail mind through time’s ripples
to the farthest extensions of the universe
where there is no edge.
Dark matter exists in the flash of a crystal
but we don’t know,
can never guess at 65% of nothing.
We were the only witness
to exponential beauty
colours coalesce across our pinball
fantasy of endings;
we rename our messages in sign language
tune our regrets to a perfect time
that echoes in waves of cold silence
stays locked in cupboards of my mind
as music.

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