DARK MATTER will we find the fabric of darkness buried in a mine shaft? this scrim tide that hurricanes through me might leave its finger print on pure crystal like a disrespectful thief, then in dogmatic spin hold its skirt hems tight to its centre and never be seen again.
This was written for Twiglet #296. “a dark wall” but largely inspired by a podcast I heard describing how a lab for discerning dark matter is being built a kilometre underground in a gold mine in Victoria (Australia). The idea is that the depth underground will protect the lab from the sun’s radiation. The poem is taken from how the journalist described dark matter.