Screed upon screen upon screed
of near-animal demands at full voice.
Involuntary opposition every time
at first blush of what we are sure we loathe.
We rise from bed into this
and only tumble out of this when we sleep.
If we notice a truer life in our yards
in the night, it’s only when we look up
from the steel glow of our own devices.
Out there are worlds cooperating
beyond our wars. An opossum slips by
and a coyote chooses not to hunt
as it trots through in tandem with a mate.
What on earth can we think of
to say of such things
that is neither for nor against?
Dark Matter 