love, poem, poetry

dark matter

understood by the study of its own effect
the thrown dish in the kitchen
curiously spent, the reflection such the affect

words congeal in raucous ways
it shows them thrust into light, their position
becoming fixed, severed through a critical lens
huddled in fear of finite mass

when hushed by waves
walked backward through dust
curious this suspended plumage wake from

though love crowds in
and through the common pressure
change exposes matter through pleasure

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