What we call Darkis often what we don’t understand, or cannot yetexplain. Dark as in: unseeable; not observed.The inside of the box. Beyond the boundary.The energy stretching the universefaster than reason can catch. The matter that,unseen, drives gravity mad.But these too are dark: the consciousnessthat torments itself with unknowable things;the inside of the apple; the […]
What we call Dark – a poem by Matthew Pullar
The Consolations of Writing 