Dark Matter

Dim mirror, counterfeit design to know
the vital spirit force of who we are,
face out, collect the light where I can’t go;
retrieve the brilliance riding waves from stars
no longer there but still in evidence
of some mysterious force or godly wink
whose teasing secret leaves me in suspense
and wondering what on earth my sense should think.
Good mirror work and mathematics found
a faith to move beyond the angel tale
my father read and wrestled to the ground
but could not beat, his testament too frail.
Now turn toward darkness heavier than all the stars;
forswear the lethal hold of ancient Mars.