Dark Matter by Richard Stevenson

Dark Matter
Richard Stevenson

Dark matter, dark matter…
The brouhaha and chatter
is you take up most of space.

Most of time too, which
is not separate from space
but part of a continuum.

Confused?  Good, so am I!
Can’t see you, smell you,
hear you, feel you, taste you.

Yet you take up most
of everything matter and space
are made of.  Hold it all like glue.

Mr. Charm, meet Mr. Quark.
Mr. Atom Annoyin’, meet
Mr. Molecule, meet Mr. Dark.

Who’s got the biggest waistline –
Mr. Universe or Time Immemorial?
Can’t lose face if you can’t be seen.


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