There is enough to work with:
ample material, strong skills,
easy place to work — so why
is this so difficult now, this
necessary stitching together
of old parts and new findings?
I’m apparently ready to be defined
by a failure, as if it would
render me immortal. Truth
is, it’s as likely to make me
invisible once the news,
now broken, is ground into
scraps and is no longer clear
to the historical eye.
Dark Matter 
Leave a comment