I'm a strange attractor when alone.
The rest of the time I’m just my self,
edited for your consumption, censored,
seasoned and soused to suite your palette.
In a lot of senses I don’t exist;
I am dark mater, dark energy,
undetectable by current instruments,
apparent only through bent starlight.
My true nature is beyond the scope
of comprehenders; it is a singularity
at a four in the morning red light
with no other traffic on the road.
I’m eating my words here, rolling
my tongue round the limits of my
universe, enunciating so you can
negotiate my gravitational pull.
I’m a gentle force who wouldn’t want to
split your focus, put you through a prism
of misunderstanding, trap you in a spectrum
of convention limited imagination.
But I am persistent and I demand your
experiment takes into account that I will
behave in an uncertain way determined
by the attention to detail deployed.
Nothing is decided and if you close
your microscope or shut off your
accelerator I will persist in colliding
with unregistered exotic particles
and continue telling the shadows,
behind the wheelie bin in the dark ally
by the traffic junction where I wait
for a red shift to amber, all about it.
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