Dark Matter - Poem by Graham Fowell
Four billion years ago small life dies;
After three billion years
Enough small stuff has lived and died
To enable bigger stuff to live and die.
The fertile biological soup expands
From the biggest negative of all…death
So a negative produces a positive,
Which then observes it.
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