with apologies to Sabine Hossenfelder
Four hundred years since Newton,
The apple still falls.
A century since Einstein,
The curve still curls on its tail
And swallows us all.
Another dragon,
Larger, darker, broods that one.
Gravity, at least, we feel,
But the imagined dark one,
Or dark twins coiling around
Everything we’ve said is real,
Keep their kingdom far from us,
Muscled, invisible dust
Of pure inference we’ve drawn
From the movements we can see
Of mystery, gravity.
I say, bring them on.
I say, nothing brings them on.
The name of the dark is Gone.
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