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Physicists say
most of the universe is dark matter—
the stuff we cannot see or measure,
only infer from the way
light bends around it.
I think of all the grief
that has no name.
The losses no one commemorates.
The loves that never quite
became something you could call love.
Bending light.
Shaping everything.
Imperceptible.
Absolute.
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