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.