Had it been an actual poem, it might have had content and form and meter.
You might have been moved to action or reflection.
You might have been angered or stirred in some unfamiliar way.
The poem might have revolutionized some aspect of reality —
but instead, as with most poems (and certainly as with most poems from this author)
there is
far less here
than meets the eye
on first glance.
Dark Matter 
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