Dark Matter
By Mark Heathcote
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Lord in absence...
Lord in silence...
Lord in ordinance...
Lord of brilliance...
Lord of all our temperance’s...
Lord of our entire semblance’s...
Come hither” to this sinister-murky—twilight:
Come like a hungry spider and web my falling-flight!
Come night or day and lift this heavy burden off my heart
Come be beholding a taste of knowledge, truly-tart:
Come euphoric. Hold solvent my dreams and my prayers
Come lead me up thy spiralling-heavenly-angelic-stairs
With a wave that crushes, shambolic, cares.
Come; come cover me in your palm-dunes of love
Let me be as those first roots sunk; forced into bud,
Amber ringed in thy arterial; azure blue-blood.
Lord in absence...
Lord in silence...
Lord in ordinance...
Lord of brilliance...
Lord of all our temperance’s...
Lord of our entire semblance’s...
Come as a green-dragonfly” That couplings air dance!
Come not as these tall-reeds; full of dead romance.
Come I plead—you: Subtract my long arrogant gaze
Return what the first meteoric-sun shone ablaze.
Join with me awhile, whilst I squirm likes a worm...
Blind and afraid; inching now, I espy, I affirm...
The sky the universe isn’t fixed forever... thy fullterm.
Come; come shine thy starlight’s burrowing coexistence...
Whilst the Dark Energy expands-empty; thy shell like reagents,
Pray hope! Dark Matter... isn’t the world’s only assistance!
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