The Dark Matter Wind

​The dark matter wind is even more
Grand, we cannot see their braided
Strands, here are black pockets of
Life, splendor unfaded,

The tapestry hangs with secret
Griffins, with unicorns, with
Princesses, with angels, with
Two-headed dogs, (maybe a monolith),

Weakly interacting massive particles
Streak through our most secret parts,
The citric acid function, the heel
And sole, the apothecary’s arts,

Opening the windows of the sky,
A tree whose massive leaves
Are fresh, the air is glittering,
In one direction, soldiers in greaves,

In the other, children on a hill,
This mighty observatory watches,
It processes the data of unfolding spirals
Of galaxies and of laboratory swatches,

It regulates the wind, amoebae, heart cells
Repairing damage, it observes the earth,
Ceres, the mantel and the core,
To their apotheosis from their birth,

It listens to the speech of stars,
Records its thoughts on a parchment scroll,
Thoughts that are larger than a turmoil
Of space, that exceed the scope of whole

Nations, of Albert Einstein. It is
A planet of swift streams, aquifers
Where winds blow, the life straining
From grass, from quail, trees of myrrh,

Patterns in the soil and air,
Winds that seem to speak, herds
Of wildebeests,waterholes, 
Acacia trees chittering with birds.