An Empty Hole Is Filled

​An empty hole is filled
By substance that is true,
Which is a web of light,
Which is a bed of dew,

Which ties together galaxies
In strands and spatter
And mysterious connections
From the nest of dark matter.

Every deviation and travail
Every ruin of a one-time trail
Or an abandoned road
Are the shell of the snail.

When the islands align with the sea
And the rivers with the hills
And the van Allen belts
Create curtains of aerial rills,

The falcon pulls itself up in the sky,
And the Coriolis effect
Creates every whorl on this world
Of gladness and intellect.