Ninety Six Percent
by B. Sadie Bailey
Sun rays vaporize
low-hung thick-haze
fog of thought
i mistoook
as “me.”
A few dancing molecules,
vast dark matter beween;
Ninety-six percent of the Universe Is
the Isn’t –
or what’s between the Is.
We spin in infinite space.
Most-Thing Dark is at home
in Absentia
Oooh, I love poems that illuminate science. Nicely done, Sadie!
Me, too…
Kudos, Sadie!