What metal
did you sleep upon
last night
that conducted such dreams
and from what source?
You stirred
with every spark
that stuck you
in the dark; suns
and their entire systems
revealed themselves
as you breathed in charged
solar wind.
Was it copper
under your head,
was it gold? You can’t wait
to go back to sleep
and learn;
to travel again into
the burnished universe
you wish you could claim
was all your own.
Dark Matter 