A poem for #DarkMatterDay, inspired by both the mystery and the #MastoPrompt effort on open social federated media.
Have everything/Be everything
It would have everything.
It would be everything.
It would sing its own praises,
Raise its voice to the heavens:
“I am all that is. I have all that is.”
Dark Matter eyed the #avarice
of normal matter: entranced
by its self-glow, no sight
for unseen things, hidden cords;
only gathering, gobbling a hoard.
The great halo — its long work slow,
the curve of space its only hands —
sighed and settled in the web
of unseen strands that pull all things;
in silence it sings and weaves.
