the dark and quiet room, and the stomach that settles in silence

I walked to Walgreens. 3 AM still. Omeprazole. Kicking in.

6:25 am. Iced coffee. Dark room. Much quieter room.

All lights out. Power of dark/black matter pull into my skin. Raising my energy.

Dark Matter, the fabric of the cosmos, is everywhere. Not just IN the cosmos. A black acoustic panel, black t shirt, one's pupil – all pull in, and absorb/destroy, light. As though it's light's purpose. The light non existent without darkness being the contrast.

Energy rising, I lurk IRC. Consider hot coffee

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