Last night I read
The smartest people don't know
If space is filled with space or with
Some substance as yet undetected and
Undescribed but they know it
Bends the fabric of reality into
Itself, between the glimmering stars.
This morning I woke
With swirling dust within
The glassy fishbowl waters when
Ether's fireflies revealed
Their glimmering revolutions and,
Lit and laughing, welcomed
Me to wakefulness.