Dark matter

Sun over water,fighting demons in my sleepyou hold out both hands like a vesseltrying to pour light through my windowand I try to hear the birdsong,find flight of swallowimagine a rose red sunset on my pillow:but there is no truth over coffeeI trail mind through time’s ripplesto the farthest extensions of the universewhere there is no edge.Dark matter exists in the flash of a crystalbut we don’t know,can never guess at 65% of nothing.We were the only witnessto exponential beautycolours coalesce across our pinballfantasy of endings;we rename our messages in sign languagetune our regrets to a perfect timethat echoes in waves of cold silencestays locked in cupboards of my mindas music.