A Dark Matter, Not God


The dark will close my eyes
sleeting through me
in its pathless expansion
and sustaining my decay.

Do not let me see it.
The dark is secret, silent,
omnipresent
and sustaining my decay.

The dark must close my eyes,
weighed by gravity,
weaving time and entropy
and sustaining my decay.


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