We live
in a net
knotted from lies.
Occasionally,
as it’s dragged along,
it catches on truths.
We reach for them
through the web,
grasp them for a second,
watch them disappear,
our hands torn from them
by velocity.
But now
we know they’re there.
And now
the net
seems weaker,
the knots looser,
the speed of the ride
tolerable, our tangle
less torture, more puzzle to be solved.
Dark Matter 
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