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

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