what moves the stars but hides like
a whisper cradled under the tongue
what dances between galaxies unseen
and threads every moment with silence
we call it dark as if blackness
is all that defines the unknown
but perhaps it is simply too vast
for us to tuck into our pockets
the eighty-five percent we can't touch
is more certain than the air we breathe
what if the invisible carries everything
what if the unseen holds us together
gravity pulls from a place unnamed
heaviness born from questions unanswered
in the cosmos and within ourselves
is it the mystery or the fear of it
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Deep questions about the unknown, unseen, not heard, touched, tasted or smelled A dark question.
A lovely write asking all the questions of the unknown, probably if Truth be told we fear it, enjoyed the read
I have this totally off the wall suspicion that dark matter is merely the hidden element in an equation by an astronomer/mathematician which doesn't work.
Liked the unsatisfied questions.
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